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today is one of my favorite dogs birthday and her mom (my favorite client) forgot and when i mentioned it this morning she started like slapping my arm (affectionately) and thanking me for reminding her and then when i brought her dog back from daycare she had gone out and bought cupcakes for me and my dog and i gave her a card i made for her dog + a toy for her dog and she got all happy and hugged me and told me she was gonna text me what the cupcake flavors were. and then she immediately did that and i sent her photos and videos of her dog from today and she told me i’m soooo amazing. anyway. when is she gonna confess her love for m
#just admit u have ur first gay crush on me fiona :)#she’s like. she’s interesting lol. i don’t know her age and i assumed like late 30s but her mom is 87????#so i’m like is this bish just super hot and in her late 40s/early 50s or was she adopted lmfaoooo#but she has a bf that she doesnt know if it will last and yes she confesses these things to me#like ma’am i’m just here to get ur dog#and she has also confessed to talking to her mom about me all the time#and she has given me GIFTS as well as like. occasional food items and also tips which i never get#And she knows i’m gay :) hellloooooooooo be my sugar mommy :)
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when will we get to see mafia miguel x bunny reader again I’m wanna read more also love ur fictional stories ❤️❤️
thank you so so much for liking any of my stories and as another form of apology for my disappearance, I made a little drabble for our beloved bunny reader!
‧₊˚✧ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲? 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲?
♡ ⋆˙⟡♡ mafia!miguel o'hara x hybrid!bunny reader
cw : miguel's ex (I just feel like this should be a warning)
you were waiting for Miguel to come home from work when all of the sudden an uninvited guest barged her way in into his place
You’re just being dramatic, you thought. He was just going to work, the only time where he would never allow you to be by his side. His answer never changed. A big no to every promise you made to behave your best so you could come with him throughout the day.
The slow mornings are your favorite. Being awoken to Miguel’s lazy yet loving kisses. Tender kisses planted all over your face. You wish it could always be like this. Yet goodbyes always sneaked its way into your life.
It feels lonely without him. He is all you dedicated yourself to. It was what you have been taught from the start. Loyalty, beyond everything.
You lie on his bed alone. His side of the bed was cold, all warmth gone from being abandoned for hours on end. You weren’t the type to be a clingy one but his attention makes you feel safe. His actions screamed promises that he would never leave you again. That he would shower you with love and care, the only thing you never thought you would experience.
They’d shrug whenever you asked when he’ll come back. Giving you no reassurance whatsoever. Therefore, you need to reassure yourself. Bewilderment across their faces the moment you come out from his room. How on Earth did Miguel’s coat end up in your hands? You obviously wouldn’t tell them. But right now you needed a tingle of his existence with you, his scent. They did try to take it away from you, but you were so persistent and won’t let go of the massive piece of clothing that fits you like a dress. Guess the best idea is to let you have it all to yourself, rather than having their heads ripped off from making you cry by their own boss.
So here you are, curling up on the couch, drowned by the massive coat that covers almost the entirety of your body. The gentle conversations from the TV in the background filled your ears. Your head buried into the fine material the coat made out of.
“Ma’am, please leave. Boss is not here at the moment.” A man’s muffled voice can be heard from outside the front door, making you shoot your head up in curiosity. “You’re lying! I know he’s inside! He’s just avoiding me like the motherfucking coward he is!” Another voice replied and it’s a woman’s voice. The door slammed open before a woman with light skin tone and short brown hair just about her shoulder rushed into the house in an aggressive manner. “Where is he? O’Hara!” She shouted, looking absolutely furious. His underling just sighs. Too tired to deal with the stone head of a woman. “Please leave. He doesn’t want you here.” The man spoke, forcing gentleness into his voice. Just who is this woman? Barging into someone’s house like it was hers in the first place. “I’m not leaving until I force a slap into that fucker’s face. And don’t you dare tell me what to do. You’re nobody but a loyal dog that works for him.” She sounded like a little kid. Throwing a tantrum after not getting what she wanted.
Her heels clicked on the floor in hurry, passing by the living room where you’re curled up in before she paused on her tracks.
“Who is that?”
“Nobody. Now please leave.” He raised his voice. Patience wearing thin from how stubborn she is.
“You’re telling me, nobody is sitting in there right now as we talk?” She pushed the man aside by his shoulder before making her entrance into the living room.
After a second of silence in between both of you, you stood up to your feet. Feeling the need to say something in order not to come out as rude. “Hello…” You greeted meekly. Her eyes scanned over you as she stood there with her hand on her hip. Your bunny ears were so strange in her eyes.
She recognizes the coat that was resting on your small form. It's his and he would never let any soul touch anything that was his, unless… “Take it off.” She commanded but you shook your head in refusal. “I said take it off. Before I rip it off of you.” She scoffed at your attempt to keep it to yourself before walking over towards you and started pulling on the coat. “If I told you to take it off. Then take. It. Off''
“Ma’am—“ The moment the insolent woman laid her hands on you, Miguel’s men tried to stop her by pulling her off of you. But she didn’t budge, “Don’t touch me! You have no right to touch me.” She slapped the man’s grip away until all he could do now is to watch her assaulting your innocence.
She continued to yank the piece of clothing off until your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re clutching onto it. You eventually gave up, letting her forcefully snatch the coat off your body. You thought she’d just left after all of that, but she’s not done. Your presence was like the fuel to her hatred and anger towards Miguel. So she decided to put an end to this and claim her rightful place again by his side. And the only thing stopping her to do so is you. What kind of girl are you anyway that Miguel chose you over her? She panted and threw the coat aside before she regained her composure. You keep your head low. Making eye contact with the beast is the last thing you want to do.
“Leave.”, She waited for you to move your legs and leave. Not from the living room, but from his house. She waited and still didn’t get any reaction from you. She expected you to just scramble off like the loser of a girl you are. Instead of scrambling off you stood there quietly, worsening her madness. Her hand made its way onto your face. Gripping both of your cheeks tight with her palm and forcing you to look into your eyes. She’s satisfied over tears in your eyes, satisfied that she successfully made you cry over something like this.
“Leave this house and I won’t hurt you.” She threatened and it surprised her when you pushed her off and tried to run but she yanked your hand and pulled on one of your fluffy ears. Forcing you to stand still in front of her. “Listen here, you little pest. Miguel doesn’t love you. So don’t get any idea in that little head of yours, that he would actually keep you.”
You fighting back instead of running was the least thing she expected you to do. Yet your claws dug deep into her hand which was still tightly gripping your ear earning a loud whine from how painful her doing is towards you. “You little—“, She hissed through gritted teeth. Her free hand raised high in the air, prepared to slap you.
However, the quick motion of her hand was interrupted. She froze right there and then when she saw no other but Miguel stood in front of her with her free hand trapped in his tight grip. “M— Miguel.” She stuttered and let go of your ear. The smile on her face was dismissed by a hard slap across her face. Miguel slapped her, hard enough to return her senses into her mind. She stumbled back when he let her hand go. She stood there in silence with her palm resting on the same spot on her cheek where Miguel had slapped her. “How dare you!” She squealed.
He stood there with such a calm manner, though both you and Dana knew that calmness was never a good thing when it comes to Miguel and this kind of situation. He turned his back on her and crouched beside you as you cried on the floor. The way he tried to gently soothe you were like daggers stabbed into her heart. She couldn’t believe he would stoop so low and replace her with someone else like you. Someone who’s weak and clinging onto him like a leaf that was to be blown away by the wind.
“After all this time, you’re going to throw me away just like this?!” She shouted, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. “I bet that you don’t even love her. You’re just using her for her body! The only reason for you to keep her is only because you enjoy fucking her! Then you’ll abandon her like you did to me! You’re supposed to love me, not her…”
“Can’t you see that I’m here for you? Miguel?!” He stood up and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close so that their faces were almost touching. “I didn’t abandon you. You did. You cheated. You think I didn’t know about you dating my brother behind my back?” Her body felt weak the moment truth escaped through the mouth of the man she once dated. “You should be grateful that I didn’t take matters into my own hands and pushed you away instead. But you still dare to barge into my house and harassed her?!” His breath hits her face as he continues to yell at her like rays of anger. “I loved you and this is how you pay me back? Answer me, Dana!”
The room falls quiet after his roar has died down. “Leave… And never come back. I never wanted to see you again.” He growls into her ear before pushing her away by the shoulder. His words broke her down into tears before she ran off and slammed his front door hard then drove off.
He took his place once again by your side as you tensed up in fear after watching the whole scene unfold right in front of your own eyes, once again dropping your head down and it has been an ongoing habit by now. “Love? What’s wrong?” Miguel asked, making sure that you’re okay or he might have to take a visit to that bitch Dana. He saw how tense you are. Probably shocked from how harsh he treated his own ex. “You hit her…”
“I know baby, I have to.”
“But you said— you said you would never hit a woman.” You said in between sobs.
“She’s no woman if she tries to hurt you, she’s a monster. I’m doing this for you. So you’ll always stay safe. I would never hit you nor hurt you, that I promise.”
“Really?”
“Of course baby.” He kisses you tears away before taking his coat and scooping you into it with one force. Turning you into his little burrito, wrapped up in his coat. A couple giggles erupted from your mouth. He carried you in his arms and started walking upstairs. “I see you dare to get your hands on my coat.”
“You were gone for so long.” You whine.
He laughed, “I was only gone for the day, it’s not that long.”
He opened the bedroom door before setting you down slowly on the bed then lay down beside you. “Let me make it up to you, what do you say baby?”
a/n : I guess there's only one thing that the whole miguel o'hara fandom could agree on. the fact that we all hate dana d'angelo
#yandere writing#yandere mafia#yandere#yandere miguel o'hara#yandere miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel x reader#miguel ohara#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#hybrid reader#mafia fanfic#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel spiderverse#miguel o'hara x reader
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PLSSS DO LNT IG BLURB I AM BEGGING
OF COURSE ANON HERE U GO. i’m simply obsessed with this music video it’s just so harry??? fc is diana silvers!
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harry_lambert Sleepy sleepy girl
harrystan1 ur so real for this
harrie4ever IT’S GIVING LATE NIGHT TALKING
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yourinstagram anythin’ you want until the morning 🌞
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harrystyles 😉☀️
harrie4ever I KNEW IT IM PRETTY SURE SHE’S HINTING AT THE LNT MV?? HER LAST 2 POSTS HAVE BEEN ABOUT BEDS & THINK ABOUT THE LEAKED PICTURES FROM EARLIER THIS YEAR
harrystan1 omgggg i hope she’s in the video that would be so cute!!!!
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hshq Late Night Talking. July 13th. 12pm ET.
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harryflorals YUP.
harrie444 The dogs are out again🙄
harrie4ever when y/n said moods for this week i did not think she meant the mv was literally dropping this week 😭
yourinstagram so excited!!!! 🧦🛏📸
harryflorals Are you hinting at something with the emojis ma’am 🧐
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ynsfilmdiary film photography has been a huge hobby of mine ever since i picked up my first point and shoot 5 years ago. until now, i’ve mostly been shooting pictures of the people and places that i love most. this february, h (who has been subject to many a failed photography experiments by me) asked me to join him on the set of his music video.
i’m so so grateful to everyone who worked on or behind the scenes of late night talking for letting me putter around on set with my little nikon. it’s not every day that you get to see your hobby transformed into real, live work.
the late night talking music video is out now on youtube, featuring pictures by me ❤️📸
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harrystyles My favourite music video yet.
bradleyandpablo Thank you for bringing your creativity to set! Proud of what we made together
harrystan1 i love how we all thought she was gonna be in the video at first, this is honestly so much better
harrie4ever someone sedate me harry is such a supportive bf
harryflorals Your pictures were so amazing!
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@fallenlondonficswap @thedandy-detective
I have no idea what Tobey’s like, but have a dog fueled misadventure! For the secret swap!
General rating | Tobey, Brett, the Grubby Kitten | 1040 words
“Tobey, come here, you can’t just run away,” Brett sighed, watching the small terrier stumble about, little legs trotting in the most abstract of lines. “We’ve got plans, remember?”
The terrier didn’t listen, continuing to wind about. Perhaps he had his own plans, something involving tracing every fifteenth cobblestone as he wobbled about. Brett followed, easily keeping up pace with his dog, still not reaching to grab him. “This case is an important one,” he began to lecture. Tobey didn’t care. His nose twitched in the air. He darted away, following the winding path of the delicious scent that he had caught.
See, Brett was a detective. Brett could solve a case, put clues together, chase down the faintest of evidence trails. Tobey was not. Indeed, it wasn’t clear if Tobey was even aware half of the time, as absinthe drenched as he managed to be. However, there was one thing that Tobey was excellent at, just the same as his owner. Tracking down whatever trail had caught his interest.
This, of course, wasn’t anything like a case. No, Tobey had caught the scent of ham. Tinned ham, specifically, an abomination of dubious origin, but one that certainly still smelled like meat.
“Tobey, come back!” Brett was already falling behind him. Tobey wondered, for a moment, whether he should wait for him. However, he was far more focused on running in a straight line, not tripping over a stray cobblestone or a random passerby’s foot.
His feet skid, barely retaining traction on the paved street. He looked back, just for a moment, to watch his owner nearly collide into two women on a stroll, only to collide into someone himself.
He hit the small kitten full speed, bowling her over and sending himself toppling over too. They flopped into the entryway of a small, grimy pawnshop, each window boarded over twice. Tobey huffed, trying to decide which direction was up. That one. No, actually, it was this one. He stood, shaking himself off.
The Grubby Kitten watched him, green eyes wide as she skittered backwards, ears flattening as she hissed in disapproval at his clumsiness. In a similar accent to a few of the urchins he had seen throwing rocks from the rooftops, she began to scold him. Something about how she wouldn’t expect much from a dreary creature as himself, but he was miserably failing even the lowest of expectations.
Tobey blinked. He wondered if he should be listening. He’d caught the scent of tinned ham again. He began to inch away, stepping backwards, hoping to escape the shrill kitten’s long winded speech.
Suddenly he was being yanked upwards, his sense of direction scrambling in three different directions, finally collapsing back together as he was pulled to Brett’s chest. “I told you not to run off,” Brett sighed. He sounded a little out of breath. “I just ran into such a lovely couple, nearly spilled the poor woman’s tea all over her, and then,” Tobey tuned him out, trying to wriggle away again. While he couldn’t decide which way was down, he was pretty convinced that it involved getting away from Brett’s firm grip.
“Keep a better eye on ‘ur pup,” the Grubby Kitten hissed, prancing a little, as if she was older and more respectable than her small size and general bedraggled nature betrayed.
Brett paused, before looking for a safe spot in the entryway to take a seat, safe from the general grime. Finally he found one, carefully sitting, Tobey still struggling in his arms. “Er, I’m very sorry, ma’am.”
The Grubby Kitten sniffed, head held high in the air. Tobey swung his head back and forth, before attacking Brett’s arm with ineffectual headbutts and kisses. Brett barely blinked. “He knocked into me,” she grumbled, pacing again. Back and forth, she weaved, circling Brett, still watching him with big green eyes. “Don’t want any ‘alf-wit, useless apologies.”
Tobey rather thought that she was a dreadful creature. It wasn’t his fault that he hadn’t been looking where he’d been going, he hardly remembered to look at all half the time. But Brett smiled, because his owner was kind. His owner had always been far too kind. “Might I offer a secret, in exchange for your forgiveness? He can be quite clumsy sometimes.”
The kitten paused, tail flicking up as she considered, eyes alight with the idea of making a real trade. “I suppose I could forgive ‘im, just this once,” she finally grumbled.
“Thank you, miss,” Brett smiled. She hissed a little at his smile. It was almost pathetically adorable, Tobey thought. She may have been dreadful, but she had some half of the skill that he’d learned early, of looking as cute as possible when a mess. In his case, drenched in absinthe. In hers, being an utter brat, filthy, and looking like something that had slept in the gutter. Obviously, Brett had much more refined tastes. Still, Tobey’s owner leaned down, pulling Tobey away from his reach for a moment, to whisper some secret in the kitten’s ear.
Tobey’s owner was forever too kind.
The kitten’s tail flicked back and forth as she listened, before scampering two steps back, as if afraid that he would snatch it away in an instant. “You’re forgiven,” she sniffed, looking to Tobey. “Watch where ‘ur goin’ next time.” He wouldn’t. In fact, he thought that he’d barrel into her even harder. Even if, at the moment, he couldn’t quite decide where she was.
He’d figure it out.
Brett stood again, saying a polite farewell to the kitten, who bolted before he’d even halfway finished. Urchin pets. They never had many manners. Tobey squirmed upwards, licking Brett’s face, as they walked away.
“Goodness, alright,” his owner sighed, scratching behind his ears, before begrudgingly setting him down. “If you’ll stop fighting our feline friends, let’s get on with our plans? I can’t miss this interview. It took a lot to get the devilless to agree to a meeting, I don’t think she’ll accept tardiness. Besides,” and Tobey had stopped listening, having caught the scent of tinned ham again.
He bolted once more, ignoring the shout of his exasperated owner behind him. He was hungry and he had a ham to track down.
#aaaaa this was so fun to write!!!#i made tobey a bit of a brat and im sorry#brett is such a chill guy <3#fallen london fic swap
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you’ve got a friend in me
request: ur writing is so good i love ur fics :’) can u do a confessing feelings kiss with jj
summary: jj tries to watch Toy Story with you and takes you on a walk down to one of the old playgrounds in the outer banks
pairings: jj maybank x reader
word count: 2k
warnings: healthy family dynamics. i'm ur dad now.
a/n: this is super fluffy and i love swings ;) big loveeee
“This is worse than I remember it being,” you comment, and JJ stares down at you in his lap.
“What? The cinematic masterpiece that is Toy Story one isn’t good enough for you?” He says, and you turn your attention back to the screen.
“It’s just Toy Story, and sorry to burst your bubble, but… It’s… ugly,” you comment with a chuckle, and he gasps.
“How dare you. Get out of my house, I’m kicking you out,” he says, and stands, ejecting you from his lap onto the floor.
“Ow!” You cry playfully, staring up at him in disbelief.
“This is my fuckin’ house,” you say to him.
A loud, “Language!” comes from the kitchen, courtesy of your father. JJ stares at you with wide eyes, and you both break out into giggles. You sit down next to him on your couch, resting your head on his shoulder, him resting his head on yours. The movie plays on. You feel JJ sigh softly. You’re both comfortable with each other there.
Your dad pokes his head into the doorway.
“Hey! No touching! Ten feet apart. You on that end, you on that end,” he chides, pointing a spoon covered in red sauce at the two of you. You shake your head and sigh, scooting away from JJ.
“I don’t want you even looking at each other. Move over more,” he says to you, and you do, moving to the edge of the couch. He’s still not satisfied.
“More.” He says, and you glare at him.
“Do you want me to just go to my room, and JJ can stay here, and we can just text each other about the movie?” You say. He ponders it and you roll your eyes.
“It’s not like that, dad,” you say. You can practically hear the disbelief on his face. JJ readjusts himself in his seat.
“It’s not like that dad,” your father mocks.
“Yeah, it wasn’t like that with your mother and I. Look what happened. A baby. A house. A dog.”
“We don’t have a dog.” You say, wondering if he’s lost his mind already. At such an age, too.
“What’s on the couch over there?” He says, pointing the spoon at JJ, and you gasp.
“Dad!” You cry, but JJ seems to find it a lot funnier than you do.
“That’s cruel sir. That’s cruel,” He comments playfully, and your dad smiles at him.
“He’s kidding JJ,” your mom says, smacking your father on the shoulder and poking her head into the living room now too. No privacy in this house.
“Are you staying for dinner?” She questions. JJ puts his hand on his heart and looks at her with love in his eyes.
“Ma’am. It would be my pleasure to eat your cooking.”
“I’m the one doing all the cooking!” Your father exasperates, gesturing to his apron.
“It doesn’t look like anyone’s doing any cooking,” you mutter under your breath for JJ to hear, and he smiles at you, all round cheeks and tight lips.
“The attitude is unreal,” your dad jokes, going back into the kitchen, leaving the two of you to the movie once more.
It takes you a few minutes and some comments that go unnoticed to realize JJ isn’t watching the movie. He’s staring at the screen, but he’s thinking. Hard.
You scoot closer, tossing a cautionary glance over your shoulder. Your dad is at the stove, out of sight, tending to some pasta.
“What’s up?” You ask, and he puts on a fake smile for you.
“Nothing,” he replies. He goes to stare at the screen again.
“Really? What just happened?” you question, and he looks at you quizzically. You cover his eyes with your hands.
“What just happened in the movie?” You quizz, and his shoulders fall.
“Buzz and Woody just did that thing. They got kidnapped.”
You remove your hands from his face and tuck your feet up under you.
“You’re not even watching it. What’s the point of keeping it on,” you say, reaching for the remote on the coffee table.
“No, I wanna finish it!” He whines, racing to grab the remote before you do. He gets there first, and tucks the remote underneath him, effectively changing the channel to some home renovation show.
You smile and throw your hands in the air. He rolls his eyes, taking out the remote and turning off the TV.
“What do you want to do then?” He says, putting the controller back on the coffee table, next to the centerpiece your mother loved oh so dearly, no matter how ugly it was.
“I want you to tell me what’s up with you,” you say, resting your arm on the side of the couch.
JJ glances toward the kitchen, where your parents worked away, cooking and washing dishes for that night’s dinner.
“Let’s go on a walk,” he suggests, popping off the couch, bounding over to your door.
“Okay?” You question, and getting up, you pop your head into the kitchen.
“We’re gonna go on a walk,” you say, and your parents stare at you with accusations written all over their faces.
“Okay,” your father starts, “But no hand holding. You’re both old enough to know how to cross the street by yourselves—actually, stay on opposite sides of the street, you on one side, him on the other—” as your dad rambles on, your mother smiles at you, waving you off. You grin, practically running out the door. You meet JJ outside, and as you both turn to go, your dad pops his head out the window.
“Don’t talk to strangers! Stranger danger!” He cries, and is pulled back into your house, presumably by your mom.
You push JJ off and you both start running nowhere, in no particular direction toward no particular place, JJ leading.
You both stop on a side street, panting, small pogue houses surrounding you, covered in greenery, the setting sun painting the empty street a golden orange.
JJ smiles at you, then stands and keeps walking. You follow behind him until you can catch up.
‘Where are we going?” You ask, but JJ doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look back at you. He’s walking into the sun.
“JJ, where are we—”
You get cut off, by JJ taking off again, and you sigh, before you yourself take off into a run, then realize that JJ is sprinting.
“JJ!” You cry, breathless.
“Slow down, asshole!”
He stops at the end of a street, waiting for you, breathing heavily, bent over, hands on his knees.
“Language,” he says, as soon as you’re next to him, “we’re near a school,”
He gestures to the mother and child on the crosswalk sign, then crosses the street without looking. On this side of the island, it’s darker, the sun obscured by trees and the school, eclipsing the playground JJ was hopping the fence of. You cross the street more carefully to join him.
You find him on the swingset, waiting for you. Once he was small enough for it, but now, his knees are bent and he’s crouched down into it, swinging slow and low with his feet planted on the ground. You smile as you take a seat next to him.
“The fuck is wrong with you,” you question, and he leans his head against the chainlink metal holding his seat up.
“Do you really want to ask that,” he says, before launching himself into a full swing.
You watch him push himself back and forth getting higher and higher up into the air with each kick.
“JJ,” you say, but he ignores you. He’s trying to go as high as the swing will let him. You’re afraid it’s going to snap, or he’s going to go too high and fall right out of it. Your feet stay on the ground as you swing yourself leisurely back and forth.
“JJ,” you say more sternly, and he laughs up in the air, high on adrenaline. He takes one look at your cautious face and catapults himself off the swing at the highest point, jumping into the wood chips that would most definitely find their way into both of your shoes for the walk home. The sun is even lower now.
He sits in the chips, knees pulled tightly into his chest, staring at you, a hyena grin on his face that you’ve grown accustomed to.
“You should try that,” JJ comments, but you keep swinging. You used to do that too, when you were younger. It makes your heart hurt to think you’ve outgrown it, so you push yourself just a little bit higher.
JJ sits next to you again, still in his seat. He grabs the chains on either side of him, twisting back and forth.
“Your family is really nice,” he says, out of the blue.
“Yeah,” you say, “I’m… I’m lucky to have them—”
“I don’t want to be…” JJ cuts you off, trails off.
“I want it to be like that,” he says, and you’re confused. The sky is blue. Mosquitos will start to come out soon, but you’ve only been out for a little bit.
“What?” You ask, and he stares at you. You drag your feet in the wood chips, a little divot under both your swings. There’s only two of them. You remember racing to them after school with your best friend, hoping to get one before the other kids got there.
“I want us to be like that,” he says, and you’re dumbfounded.
“Not like your family, or your parents… well, kind of, but like… ah, I’m stupid, don’t listen to me.”
“What do you want us to be like, JJ,” you say, and you’re surprised at how low your voice is. You stare at your sneakers and one of your shoes is untied.
“You said…” he starts, and you can feel him looking at you, “You said it wasn’t like that. When your dad was like…” he trails. He traces nonsense patterns into the ground with the tips of his sneaker.
You take the opportunity to look at him. His eyelashes are long, and you lick your lips looking at his.
“And you want us to be like that,” you finish. JJ shakes his head.
“I’m fucking stupid, don’t even listen to me,” he says.
“I just thought your family was nice and…” he cuts himself off, and you place your hand over his, which is still holding the chain link metal keeping him off the floor.
He looks at you. His eyes are unsure.
You realize the ball is in your court.
You reach over him, grabbing the other chain from the swing, and it takes more effort than you realize to face him, so you get up and stand in front of him.
You’re taller than he is when in the swing. The sky is a dark blue now, and it paints JJ’s face, his sculpted sharp features. The edge of his nose and the cut of his jawline and the way he looks like he’s about to cry.
So you can’t help it when you place your hands on his again, and you lean down, and he leans up, and you smile, before you kiss him for the first time.
He slides his hands out from under yours, and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
When he pulls away, he places his forehead on your chest, his head moving with your breathing.
“I wanna be like that too,” you murmur into his hair. He holds you tighter for a second, and you rub his back.
He jerks back when he gets bit by a mosquito, pulling his arms away from you to slap his forearm.
“We’re gonna get eaten alive,” he says, and you back up.
“You ready to go home?” You ask, and he extends his hand for you to take. You pull him out of the swing, and the two of you walk back to your house, hands intertwined underneath a twilight sky. You don’t let go until you reach the front door.
In his seat, JJ’s foot brushed yours, and you smiled at him. He was scoffing down pasta like nobody’s business, your mom gleaming at how he loved her cooking, your dad’s concentration on his own food, almost as vivacious as JJ.
You rub your foot back over JJ’s. He knows what it means, because he stops eating to smile at you, for a brief, almost imperceptible second.
For now, you could be his family.
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a/n: i need me a fridge of a man like pld, i just want him to smother me in affection okay
summary: yoga with your boyfriend pierre!!
pairing: pierre luc dubois x reader
warnings: some sexual themes, implied smut, flirting, a curse or two, and some off-kilter french translations (i took spanish not french guys, i know i messed up lmao)
inspo from this gifset
“This hurts.”
“Babe, don’t lock your knees, bend them.”
“Like this?”
Your fridge of a boyfriend bends his knees slightly, ass in the air.
“Yes, like that,” you giggle.
“Oh, you like the view?” He teases, wiggles his ass a little, looking incredibly dorky in his downward dog.
This sends you into a flurry of snorts and laughs, falling from your position to your mat, hands on your stomach. “Exactly.”
Pierre laughs, losing his balance - he totters on his hands and toes, tries to regain his balance and fails, body slamming half on the mat, half on the floor. “Merde!” He curses.
Your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a laugh. “Are you okay, honey?”
Your boyfriend sits up indignantly, sticking out his bottom lip. “I don’t wanna do this anymore.”
“Awwwe, why not?”
“I’m not any good at it.”
You mock offense. “Pierre! I never pegged you for a quitter.”
That gets a reaction, just like it always does. You’ve been dating for almost a year now - you know how to press just the right buttons. “I am not a quitter!”
“You’re quitting yoga,” you point out. “By definition, that makes you a quitter.”
He shoots you an exasperated look, sighing. “Baby.”
You giggle self-indulgently. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Guess you can go home, and I’ll just finish up on my own.”
“Woah, hey,” he chirps. “I don’t have to leave.”
“Oh, no?” You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Why ever would you want to stay?”
“I can help you with your downward dog,” he offers cheekily.
“You’re gonna help me?” You laugh, getting up and standing on your mat. Pierre follows, coming to your side.
He winks at you. “Oui. Just bend over, and I’ll take it from there.”
this was self-indulgent bc i LOVE yoga and also every time i get into downward dog i have interesting thoughts anyways
tagging the two people i know who also simp for pierre !!! @starkeybabie @kaceyjost @brock-mcginny (here u go ari!!!!!! saw ur rb, this is just for u ma’am <333)
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damie vibecca exes au part 8
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obsetress: now i just want fanart of damvibecca at the gym
em: well. pitch it to me comrade ghostfucker
obsetress: idk that's about as far as i got i just reread that bit about vibecca in their matching gym outfits and my brain got stuck
em: hypothetically do u have a colour palette in mind bc i associate gym outfits w like. bright loud colours and
em: idk if it works w our earth sign queens
[em note: emily is a liar and did NOT draw fanart of damvibecca at the gym]
[em note 2: we have the gym art now [x] [x]]
obsetress: i was imagining like charcoals tbh, or jewel tones
obsetress: i could see them in like jewel tone purples or that jewel tone blue green color
obsetress: yeah viola jewel tones or blacks n charcoals
obsetress: becs pastels and camels but jewel tones at the gym
em: it’s about Matching
em: And Destroying Ur Ex (platonically)
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: viola's feeling particularly smug about it but then
obsetress: dani's in an old school tshirt and shorts and jamie's in............ one of dani's old school tshirts and shorts
em: YES
obsetress: not intentionally, she just grabbed whatever was there
obsetress: dani chirps "oh you two look so cute! baby look, they have a matched set"
obsetress: viola arches an eyebrow "and so do you, it seems" and dani laughs "not on purpose, jamie just grabbed whatever was on top in the drawer"
viola: you two... share... a wardrobe?
dani: yeah?
em: god cute
obsetress: cute n dumb
em: they can share nearly everything except pants
em: well. pants as a treat
em: haha pants
em: trousers
obsetress: also rly nice rly clean smooth funny juxtaposition in my brain of vibecca being the ones who intentionally match and damie the ones for whom it just accidentally happens
obsetress: hahahah pants
obsetress: they can share pants but................ should they
em: idk miss chapter 12 danis thighs jamies pyjamas
em: should they
obsetress: PLEASE
obsetress: that's exactly what i was referring to THANKS
obsetress: anyway
obsetress: rebecca just laughs
obsetress: viola huffs and bex is like "sorry, babe, but it is kind of funny"
em: dani jamie wearing like
obsetress: YEAH
obsetress: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY
em: poor viola
obsetress: thinking about dani's ass in those
em: yeah....
em: violas huffing until jamies exercise flush lasts a little Too Long
obsetress: big blush jamie taylor
em: she’s still like ‘oi dani close ur mouth’ but then she
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: just ogling each other
obsetress: (they briefly pause to ogle vi and rebecca passing a medicine ball back and forth as they do squats and have to acknowledge that, yeah, they've all done alright by themselves)
em: funny montage of the gang doing exercise while surreptitiously taking Peaks
obsetress: omg all i want
obsetress:sometimes having friends as a lesbian means they're all your exes except one, who's your gf, and you're all checking each other out always anyway
em
And That’s Beautiful
obsetress
obsetress: dani: checking out viola's biceps, rebecca's abs
viola: checking out dani's thighs n ass
rebecca: minding her business
jamie: scowling n scrawny
obsetress:(n also checking out dani's thighs n ass, viola's biceps, and begrudgingly peeking at rebecca's abs)
obsetress: every other woman at the gym: checking out jamie, trying to figure out the entire dynamic here
are they a polycule? what
em: jamie probably like
em: maybe she gets really into running bc she just checks out and listens to her audiobooks but like
em: slow twitch vs fast twitch fibers so stays scrawny
obsetress: i can see that
obsetress: just gets on the treadmill and zones tf out
em: jamie ‘why don’t i have biceps’ taylor vs jamie ‘no u gotta lift w ur hips’ taylor
obsetress: she hates it but her psych told her it'll be good for her routine so you know she was like yes ma'am every day ma'am
em: cant believe safe lifting procedures screwed her over
em: ‘yes ma’am every day ma’am’ ur just Going for it arent ya anshdjdh
obsetress: sorry but don't tell me you can't hear it
obsetress: jamie's the person who takes notes in therapy
obsetress: jamie, in the locker room after their workout: do my biceps look bigger?
dani, patiently, already knowing where this is going: bigger than what, baby?
jamie: than yesterday
dani: mm, rome wasn't built in a day, you know
jamie: do they look bigger at all?
dani: well
em: i mean not to perceive her too much but mattresses scene indicates AE/jamie like. at least some muscle in the leg area
em: poor jamie
em: not playing to her strengths
obsetress: yeah she does
obsetress: i mean ae has toned af arms
obsetress: she's just wiry
em: how could i forget the benchpressing dog gif
obsetress: dani's like "jamie, baby, come do squats with me and vi" "m'good" "baby, c'mon, you'll like it" "don't wanna do squats" "it could be good for you" "don't wanna do squats with you two"
em: dani: you gotta like. eat more
jamie: i eat plenty
dani: no u graze all day and then u don’t eat dinner
obsetress: dani: five biscuits spread out across a day doesn't count as eating more
em: dani: protein jamie it’s abt protein
obsetress: dani: you need more protein, which is why i think some lentils would really––
em: jamie thinks protein shakes are Nasty
obsetress: jamie does think protein shakes are nasty but dani will make her a smoothie and sneak it in like she's a child
obsetress: viola and rebecca, with their matching monogrammed blender bottles, just staring
obsetress: becca's like "jamie, just drink it, really, it's fine"
obsetress: viola just does this haughty sniff at her and that's what finally gets jamie to start
em: jamie can deal w being a brat but the idea of viola having Anything over her drives her Insane
em: Drives Her Fuckign Nuts
obsetress: she hates it
obsetress: just the absolute fuckin worst
em: do u think dani ever like
em: like they REALLY need to clear out storage but it’s a boiling frog situation where it’s increased so gradually that
em: like jamie thinks it’s Fine storage is Clear Enough
em: it’s Not
em: danis like. should we invite rebecca and vi over
em: just be Idea of A Snide Viola Comment fills jamie w a burning rage
obsetress: oh my god
obsetress: i'm obsessed with this
obsetress: i would read a whole oneshot about this
em: eventually dani comes clean abt it n jamie thinks it’s v funny bc yknow; open and honest communication is a v important part of their dynamic
em: jamie: next time just tell me my storage looks like shite dani or i will be grumbling abt viola for a Week
obsetress: inevitably
obsetress: when they do have to come over to clean
obsetress: dani offers them takeout and wine ("step up from pizza and beer at least," jamie grumbles) and viola's like "jesus, dani, let's just go out to dinner. my treat"
obsetress: at dinner, viola's like "if you want more storage, i have some wonderful properties––"
obsetress: rebecca's mouthing "sorry" from next to her across the table
em: every time they go out rebecca takes vi aside n is like ok sweetheart so you promise you’re not gonna try convince them to sell the apartment again
em: and violas like (mock horror) of course i won’t. ye of little faith
em: and every time
em: every time she does
em: she’s tryna HELP
obsetress: she would too she'd be like
obsetress: "i'm just trying to HELP"
obsetress: "they're our FRIENDS"
em: i’m on a mission to figure out like
em: this is way way down the line
em: but i wanna believe eventually viola and jamie start to, at the v least, Tolerate each other
em: jamie might even be fond of the crazy bird but she’ll NEVER admit it
obsetress: god like vi's on business or some shit in like
obsetress: the UAE
obsetress: negotiating some Deal
obsetress: and so dani and jamie get dinner with just bex and they're driving home after and having a perfectly mundane conversation and then jamie's just blurting like
obsetress: "i think i miss vi"
em: she’s HORRIFIED
em: she tries to play it off as like um
em: she’s Too Comfortable
em: things are Too Boring
em: which is weird knowing everything we know abt jamie
em: but actually she just... maybe misses viola
em: danis like god i wish i was recording this
obsetress: jamie's passed out next to her at home later (it's ten pm) and dani's chattering happily away on the phone with vi (drinking a martini in her dubai hotel room at one am since, y'know, no bars) in bed right next to her
obsetress: "jamie, uh, said she misses you. i know. no, i KNOW. don't tell her i told you. yeah, yeah, you win, vi, we know. uh-huh. uh-huh. i'm gonna pretend you didn't just ask me that"
em: CUTE
em: u can’t lord it over her vi it’s a little secret
em: vi's like when have i EVER
em: she does
obsetress: once they're good again, dani and vi absolutely just. lose time (there's a metaphor in there) talking to each other still
em: this is wholesome tbh
em: i really like the damie stories where like
em: look it’s nice when damie have each other but it’s also nice when they have their own friends and stuff
em: dunno how to articulate that well
em: it’s a balance! it’s a balance
obsetress: yeah! exactly
obsetress: because that's part of the love n possession thing too yk
obsetress: not to say either of them would ever be like "no friends for you" but
obsetress: wanting to have a life outside of your partner yk
obsetress: they're meeting vi and rebecca for dinner after vi gets back and vi's just grinning and sweeping jamie into a hug "i heard you missed me"
em: she gets jamie a souvenir t-shirt
em: it’s too big
em: OR
em: child’s t-shirt
obsetress: (jamie sleeps in it that night)
obsetress: oh childs might be better
obsetress: she's like "you're a little scrawny, so..."
em: jamie sleeps in it.... soft bitch
em: she feels too much
obsetress: jamie taylor softest bitch
obsetress: dani watches her pull it on and raises an eyebrow and jamie's just like "wot"
em: jamies like (grumbles) i knew she was comin back i’m just
em: shouldn’t you be HAPPY about this development dani
em: ‘s’a gift... s’rude not t’....’
obsetress: YEAH
obsetress: dani just grins "mmhm"
em: it accidentally makes its way into jamies workout clothes pile
obsetress: oh my GOD oh my god
obsetress: viola's shit eating GRIN when jamie shows up at the gym in it
em: jamies like fok
em: mental maths tryna figure if she wants to just. work out in a sports bra
em: she Doesn’t
obsetress: she Doesn't!
obsetress: (she's shy)
em: god it’s one of those shirts that’s like
em: someone who loves me went to UAE and got me this t-shirt or something
obsetress: dani corners her in their empty row in the locker room "you could've just taken it off, you know" "dunno, not everyone needs to... see that, you know?" "i'd certainly like to see it" jamie rolls her eyes but she's grinning "you can see that any time" "well maybe i wanted to see it during my workout" "dani......."
em: jamies embarrassed bc of her gnarly farmers tan means her tummy is at least five shades lighter than the rest of her
em: crisp tan lines
obsetress: god jamie's farmers tan
em: once again i am bringing my tan lines jamie agenda
obsetress: dani loves jamies dumb farmers tan so much
obsetress: she giggles
obsetress: but it's the most loving giggle possible
em: and then when she gets into running...
em: god when i was rowing there were a couple ppl w like what i called a neapolitan icecream tan which is
em: gimme a second
obsetress: jamie gets all huffy when dani giggles at her tan but then dani's like "baby, no, i think it's cute" and jamie gives her a look and dani grins mischievously and ducks her head
obsetress: and then she's licking and kissing and nipping her way along jamie's dumb tan lines
em: there it is
obsetress: it was inevitable
em: so caught up in the joy of jamies dumb farmer tans i forgot abt her gnarly scar she keeps under wraps
em: baby
em: the most baby
obsetress: baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
em: jamie decides the only way to claim the stupid t-shirt as hers is to cut off the sleeves
em: it’s abt the ritual of the thing
obsetress: she shows up at the gym wearing it and
obsetress: that's viola's "oh no she's hot" moment
em: YEAH BABY
obsetress: literally just like
obsetress: world stops
obsetress: viola stares
em: jamie finally gets to do an exercise that shows off her sinewy manual labor grip forearms
em: viola’s probably just as horrified to find jamie hot as every time jamies like oh no
em: violas hot
em: and once again jamie CANNOT know she’s hot bc she will be insufferable
em: she will be the Worst
obsetress: viola's tugging rebecca aside "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "what?" viola waves a hand and rebecca just furrows her brow a little and is like "that's just... what she looks like, vi"
obsetress: viola corners dani next "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "i did" "oh. right" viola pauses, then "why didn't you make sure i was listening?" dani just gives her a look and walks away
obsetress: dflksdjfldaj god the way jamie and viola are. the same
obsetress: kind of incredibly, in the same ways dani and rebecca are the same
em: “hey baby, did viola seem different today? seemed off”
em: jamies like. is she mad at me. did i break another social taboo.
em: rebecca ‘jamie looks like jamie’ jessel vs dani ‘my gf is so hot i can’t stand it’ clayton
obsetress: "i tell you how hot she is at least three times a week, vi"
em: danis tryna goad her into making the damn shirt a crop top
em: jamies like yeah but isn’t that a step too far. i feel like i am destroying this shirt too much
em: she does it anyway
em: so jamies workout clothes are danis endless grey baggy school t-shirts and this one ugly souvenir shirt that like
em: psychological warfare and she doesn’t even know it
obsetress: i would........ like to see it
obsetress: also crop top jamie is one of my favorite jamies
obsetress: she is severely underrated
em: crop top jamie is
obsetress: and we do not talk about her enough
em: jamie wear More crop tops
obsetress: viola and rebecca in bed, in matching facemasks, after going to the gym post-epiphany that Jamie Is Hot
obsetress: viola: are dani and jamie hotter than us?
rebecca: what?
obsetress: and like
obsetress: viola is NOT insecure
obsetress: she is constantly confident that she's the most attractive woman in the room at any given moment, but
obsetress: she's just so staggered by this realization
em: some neutral third party (ms grose and mr sharma probably) are like well. u guys definitely have a little more of a scary thing going on
em: i’m imagining rebecca and viola at brunch w hannah and owen v seriously discussing this
em: viola brings it up and rebecca GROANS but then she gets invested in the convo
obsetress: GOD yeah
obsetress: she's leaning forward and gesturing with her fork "when you say 'scary'..........."
em: owens like scary is a compliment
em: hannah grose sips her tea knowingly
obsetress: rebecca just narrows her eyes at hannah grose and hannah raises her eyebrows and shrugs
em: after a week or so viola bursts into a room w stupid big sunglasses and a tray of take out coffees and she’s like Don’t You Worry Jamie I Have Concluded You’re Hot But I’m Not Threatened By It
em: jamies like sorry WHAT
em: you’ve been thinking about WHAT
em: viola leaves without ever following it up
obsetress: dani is entirely unfazed
obsetress: doesn't even blink
em: danis like neat she remembered the oat milk
em: everyone in this au is insane
obsetress: any lesbian in 2021 is insane
obsetress: par for the course
em: was gonna protest but
em: Yeah
obsetress: this lesbian meme account i follow on insta is doing “stop asking who’s the top and who’s the bottom. start asking...” posts
obsetress: and one of them is “start asking who’s baby and who’s fuck around and find out” and it just makes me chuckle
obsetress: jamie taylor baby
obsetress: viola lloyd also baby
em: dani is baby passing and jamie is fuck around faking
obsetress: oh my god that’s why that’s why i think we cracked it
obsetress: dani (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)
obsetress: rebecca (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)
obsetress: the reason they could never cross further even tho per the transitive property dani (so similar to vi) should be able to date beccs and jamie (so similar to beccs) should be able to date vi is because
obsetress: you can’t have two babies and two fuck arounds in a relationship together
em: oh of course. i see. i see
em: however in the rare rare crack ship of the ‘jamie viola hatefuck’ a similar phenomenon to ‘social anxiety mum friend ordering food’ instinct takes over and someone fucks around and finds out
em: this is just my unhinged jamie viola hatefuck bulkshit which is. it’s ironic ok it’s ironic it’s ironic it’s
em: ok one last thought bc i know it’s super late for u but
obsetress: omg i also have a last thought let’s trade
em: what if mikey is about isabels age n jamie ends up looking after him for one reason or another for a bit
em: and viola absolutely Dotes on him
obsetress: omg
obsetress: that’s what does it. jamie seeing viola w mikey
em: grumble grumble i guess she’s not that bad
em: except then she’s like god what if mikey likes her MORE than me
obsetress: “dani what if mikey gets one of those weird first crushes on vi”
obsetress: dani doesn’t even look up from the laundry “who hasn’t had a crush on vi”
obsetress: jamie’s like “mE” and dani just gives her the most withering look
em: danis like It’s Par For The Course Jamie
em: danis a teacher she’s like it happens don’t sweat it
em: anyway
em: what was. what was ur last little thought
obsetress: i was just thinking more about viola also baby and how also she’s been so privileged her whole life that sometimes there are just some things she can’t do for herself because she just doesn’t know how
obsetress: like she’s never had to learn
em: rebecca gets um
em: freeze dried coffee
em: nescafé
obsetress: but like
obsetress: rebecca genuinely loves taking care of vi for whatever reason (it’s because she loves her) when she really needs it but
obsetress: rebecca also takes no shit and is like “i’m not making the nescafé for you. you’re 36 years old, vi, you need to learn to do it for yourself”
obsetress: and she’ll stand there and watch her do it and then she makes vi do it at least three more times for posterity
obsetress: “i’ll make a plebeian of you yet, viola lloyd”
obsetress: (god only the two of them would think a line like that is funny)
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Humans Are Space Orcs, “The Press.”
I have been wanting to do this for a while. Commander Vir deals with fame, and the good and bad parts of it. I hope you like, sorry I am so late today :)
“Why exactly am I back on earth? My tour doesn’t end for another six months, and we were just getting ready for our first exploratory mission since before the burg war.”
“Look, commander, I understand this isn’t what you thought you were signing up for, but since the movie dropped recruitment has Gone up 45% and another 20% after merchandising, we need to get on this quick,”
He sighed
“Besides, you will only be touring one or two weeks. That’s one or two weeks paid vacation while you talk to celebrities, pose for pictures, and maybe do a press conference or two. Bring along a couple of friends to keep you company and it won’t be that bad.”
“Alright, alright, I get it, but I’m not a dancing monkey. I didn’t sign up for this, and it’s not going to becoming a thin.”
“Yes commander, now The UNSC is taking you first. You are their poster child after all, and they want your face on the recruiting posters .”
“Very well, ma’am.”
***
Wednesday, June 3
“This is good work commander, but we are going to bring in an expert to make it just right.”
Commander Vir stood in an empty hanger bay surrounded by reflective panels, directional lights and a multitude of camera equipment. Sunny and Krill were playing a guessing game he had taught them earlier in the day to keep them occupied, and Waffles -- his dog -- was curled up by one of the set technicians taking a nap.
“An expert?”
“Yes, we’re bringing in one of the guys who used to be a guard in Arlington. The uniform looks good, but is it perfect?”
The answer to that question was answered simply few minutes later
He was a slob, a big fat slob who didn’t know how to properly wear his socks. The guy even whipped out a tape measure to determine the exact distance that a pin should be placed from the crease in his collar.
Commander Vir didn’t see the difference on the small scale, but in aggregate, he found that the difference was actually quite startling. He blinked, “Wow.”
“Excellent, now, we’re going to have you stand over here while we adjust the lights, and then when we give you the cue we want you to follow the order to a T. We will have parade rest attention, present at attention and then contemplatively looking off into the distance. We will have someone with a marker to tell you where to look.”
“Stare contemplatively off into the distance. I don’t remember learning that one.”
“Ahh we got a smartass.”
He stepped into place doing as the cameraman ordered, trying to look serious and imposing as directed, though Sunny and Krill had decided to make faces in the background. He actually did loose it at some point as Sunny started doing some weird improvised dancing in the background while krill stood there like it offended his sensibilities.
Eventually they got what he wanted, and they showed him some of the prototypes.
There were a few that he liked but only because they looked like vintage movie posters from some badass naval war movie.
Thursday, June 4
The three of them walked into the studio watching as bodies flowed past them hurrying off in all directions. Obviously their presence caused quite a stir, and Adam thought he recognized a few faces peering from the crowd, other movies stars and celebrities, but he couldn't be sure what he was seeing. And then there were the women, and men who hurried about, tall, statuesque like greek gods given life, with jaws so sharp they could cut paper, and pouty lips under wide dark eyes.
Looking at them and then at himself, well, he felt like a dump truck next to a sports car.
Sunny on the other hand didn’t seem impressed, “I could snap them in half…. Like twigs.”
“Fighting isn’t the point Sunny, they’re just supposed to be hot.”
Krill eyed them, “Their single job is to profess the perfect mating standard?”
“Ur yeah, I guess.”
Krill snorted, Sunny shook her head ,’ What is the point of being hot if you’re also useless besides you don’t look all that different.”
He rolled his eyes. Leave it to an alien not to be able to tell what super hot humans looked like.
“I’m serious,” Sunny insisted, “You’re as tall as most of them, and more muscular than some of them, and you have a cool eye patch, so that means you win.”
He couldn’t help but smile shaking his head, “Alright, Alright, I’ll shut up.”
At that moment a woman appeared from nowhere and held out a hand, “Commander! So glad you could come, so glad.” She looked him up and down with a frown.”
“That bad huh?”
“Nothing a little wardrobe and makeup can’t fix.” She announced clapping her hands together and motioning others over as he frowned.
He frowned.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing “
“Do I tell you how to do your job commander, no, now over to wardrobe .”
He blinked in surprise, “Ok, yes ma’am.”
He found himself sidling over to where racks and racks of clothing was hanging suddenly surrounded by the tall, statuesque people with their big eyes and pouty lips. While they were busy looking hot, he got nervous and nearly knocked over an entire rack of clothing, blushed till he was beat red, and then decided after this was all over he was going to bury himself under a rock and die.
He was mostly ignored for like twenty minutes until someone walked over, “Commander,” He was a portly little man with hair dyed frost white though his roots were growing in black. The man grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the room, “Alright, alright, what do we have.”
He looked him over prodding t his shoulders and arms, making him turn in a circle, “Not bad, not bad at all. I can work with this. Tell me commander formal, or casual.”
“Uh casual?”
“Exactly what I was thinking! The provincial small town man feel. I like it.”
“Well I mean ok…” the little man grabbed him aggressively by the arm and pulled him around to a rack of clothing. In the end he had a pair of jeans black boots a black T-shirt and a brown leather jacket.
He frowned, “I hate to point this out, but this is literally what I am wearing.”
“No it isn’t. Yours is frumpy and sloppy and ours will make you look acceptably rugged.”
He frowned not sure if he was supposed to be offended or not, “And where am I supposed to change.”
“Right here.”
“Right here!’
“Commander, these are models, they show their bodies off for a living, none of them need a changing room, so take a leaf out of their book and stop worrying.”
This was worse than a high school locker room. Humans had never reached light speed, but he was pretty sure he at least broke the sound barrier while pulling on the new pants.
When he walked back over pulling on his jacket sunny and Krill had made themselves comfortable in a couple of the stage crew chairs, “What are you so nervous about, you looked fine.” Sonny said looking down at her implants to change music.
“You were watching me>”
“Was I not supposed to do that.”
He felt himself turn a nice shade of cherry red, “No!.”
She shrugged, “Whatever.”
Krill just shook his head, “You forget that neither of us wear clothes, so we do not understand your issues.”
He sighed, “Nudists.” He muttered walking towards the set, though he was immediately diverted by another person who led him over to a set of chairs and mirrors. He was pushed down into a seat and spun around and an aggressive group of stylists moved in on him. This is honestly not what he had expected when he joined the army.
He was even less impressed when they started to stick brushes in his face causing him to blink and his eyes to itch. Someone wetted down his hair and put product in it that smelled like strawberries, which, honestly he wasn’t entirely annoyed about.
From there he was finally let go and walked onto another photo set, though this one had way more lightning, way more cameras and way more props.
And of course like the awesome badass commander that he was, he stood there like a complete idiot as stiff as a board, caught like a deer in the headlights. The photographer seemed more than a little annoyed at his inability to look like anything other than sasquatch caught on a hunting camera.
“Relax.”
“This is kind of out of my element.”
“Being capture by aliens and going on space walks where you might suffocate, and you cant relax enough to take a picture.”
“To be fair, no one sees me when I am doing badass stuff, so I don’t have the social pressure of preforming well.”
They tried some more.
They told him he was smiling awkwardly, or like he was being threatened at gunpoint.
It wasn’t until Sunny started doing stupid dances behind the camera-man, again that the photographer finally started to like what he was seeing. Every time he turned to look at what Vir was smiling at, Sunny would stop dancing trying to look all innocent.
That just made him laugh.
At some point one of the people had a great idea to involve waffles, and -- like the good girl that she was -- she promptly stole the spotlight, which he was totally cool with.
Photoshoots were definitely not his thing.
He was about 100 percent sure when the photos came out they would look like his last middle school yearbook picture.
Even thinking about it made him grimace.
Friday, June 5
“And please help me to welcome our next special guest, Commander Adam Vir of the UNSC.”
His legs felt like jelly, and it took sunny nudging him to finally get him moving onto the stage. He wondered if people could tell just how bad his legs were shaking.
And there was a twitching going on in his right cheek that he just couldn't stop.
He wanted to go back to the hotel and watch dumb TV With Sunny while krill complained about the medical inaccuracies.
But here he was listening to clapping and cheering from an assembled studio crowd. He was sure he was going to do something massively stupid, like trip off the stage, or rip his pants or forget his own name, or something.
The host stood up, he was blanking on their name right now though he knew they were ridiculously famous.
He shook hands with them.
“So glad you could come commander.”
“A pleasure to be here.” He responded robotically hoping that his smile was at least somewhat convincing.”
He took a seat on the couch, resting a hand against his shaking right leg.
He was going to puke.
“So, i Heard you have been on tour for the past two days, how are you enjoying the celebrity circuit.”
He rubbed his hands against his legs, “Do you want the real answer or the fake one?”
“Lets hear the real one.”
“Er, well it turns out I am really bad at…. Pretty much everything that’s not captaining a ship. Yesterday I did a photoshooot where I am ninety percent sure I looked like an awkward cryptid most of the time. People are going to be looking at those photos and wondering in what swamp they found me.”
There was laughter from the crowd.
He wasn’t entirely sure if that was funny or not.
“I am sure they aren’t as bad as all that.”
He shook his head, “Pretty sure my face was like this…” He raised his hands making a wide-eyed shocked expression that had the crowd laughing again.”
The host smiled, “Commander, Forgive me for asking, but how old are you.”
He smiled sheepishly, “Um, lets just say too young and leave it at that.”
“I was sort of under the impression that commanders and admirals were….”
“Old wrinkly dudes?”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed the back of his head, “That’s mostly true, the reason I got this position has to do with my experience with extra terrestrials.”
“I’ve heard rumors that you have aliens on board your ship. Is that true.”
“Those shouldn’t be rumors, that is entirely true. We have a twenty….three person Drev clan, a Vrul medical officer, a starborn, and some miscellaneous others.”
A muttering from the crowd, “But you were part of the Drev war, and Operation Steel eye. How did an entire Drev clan end up on your ship?”
He shrugged, “The story is complicated, but the long and short of it is, I made friends with some Drev after the war, and they adopted me into the clan.”
“Can we…. See, the prosthetic I mean” He held up his hands, “Not to be disrespectful.”
He shrugged, “sure.” Reaching down and tugging up his pant leg so the bright blue carapace glittered in the bright studio lights.
The man leaned closer, “Wow…. What…. What is that?”
“Drev carapace.” He dropped the pant leg.
“Why?”
“That is actually the reason I am adopted. A drev has to give you a gift that contains a piece of their own armor, so my best friend made this for me some time ago.”
They talked about that for a little while. They talked about the war, they talked about his first moment on an alien planet.
“I was actually on the original mission to land on Proxima b. I was the shuttle pilot behind Captain Kelly, though I don’t know how many people knew that.
There was a murmuring around the room.
“I know it was broadcasted live, but luckily the cameras were pointed away because when I was getting out of the shuttle, my foot slipped on the stairs.” The crowd gasped and giggled, “And I face planted right onto the surface.”
More laughing.
“That is my legacy, the first man to take a nose dive on an alien planet.”
“I would say that your legacy contains a lot of strange instances. There are reports that you recently escaped from kidnapping by a prodigum by… Singing? How did that work?”
He rubbed the back of his head, “Well that is… that is.” he laughed nervously, “Yes that is a thing that happened. I and my friend Sunny were captured by a criminal overlord for entertainment in his little criminal syndicate. They had cages lined all along the ceiling and inside them were other humans. Turns out the Prodigum react to human singing like a drug, so I was asked to sing, luckily for me one of the woman in the other cage was a voice coach, so a few days of starving and being miserable, she taught me how to sing properly, or a little more properly, and then I sang a super sad song, distracted everyone long enough for y friend to escape and call for help.”
Gasping and more laughter around the room.
“Wow…. Your life….”
“Reads like a strange cartoon doesn’t it.”
From the crowd, “Sing for us!.”
The call was taken up a few more times.
He shook his head, “No no no, no I am not going to sing on international television. I have embarrassed myself enough this week.”
“You now commander, you wouldn’t want to disappoint the public.”
He could feel the heat rising into his face as the rest of the crowd took up the chant.
He tried to protest, but that didn’t seem to be working.
Eventually he held up his hands “Ok, ok, but if my voice cracks…. Just don’t laugh.”
“And you were without accompaniment.”
He sighed, “Yeah it was a Capella. They didn’t exactly give me a soundtrack.” he stood taking a few deep breaths and humming to himself. His legs were shaking even worse than before.
He rubbed his hands nervously together.
The studio went very quiet.
He felt sweat trickling down his back between his shoulder blades.
He took a deep breath and….
His voice came out loud and clear, though it quivered slightly. He tried to shore it up as he continued, taking deeper breaths trying to get more control. He tried to find that place where he had been back in the cage. The sort of hopeless anguish he had tried to convey. His voice did quake a few times, but he was ok with that.
At least he didn’t do something super stupid like fall off the stage.
He cut it off hallway because his legs were shaking so bad, he thought that any worse might cause him to fall over.
The crowd began to clap as he collapsed back into his seat taking a deep breath.
“Wow, that is pretty impressive for someone who says they don’t sing. Bet the person who wrote that didn’t think it would be used to escape alien kidnappers.”
“Whatever it was, it worked. But” he lifted his hand, “I’m shaking so bad right now.”
The man shook his head, “That form someone who doesn’t shake when he flies jets at thousands of miles per hour.”
He smiled, “The jet isn’t going to judge me if my voice cracks. I think you will find aliens and airplanes are a lot less scary than humans. Don’t get me wrong humans are great , you guys just scare me half to death.”
Saturday, June 6
A flight demonstration over the beach, which was pretty good
Sunday, June 7
Dinner with a few important famous people
Monday, June 8
Dinner with some politicians.
Tuesday, June 9
He visited some UNSC bases up and down the western coastline talking to servicemen and visiting some other people
Wednesday June, 10
The magazines came out, and they actually managed to make him look pretty good to his surprise, though he was pretty sure the picture had been taking while Sunny was doing something with her hips that Drev hips had not been designed for, which eventually made him laugh so hard he had choked.
Thursday, June 11
This was his last day, and he had one more press conference to attend, than he could go home. He was wearing his formal uniform, captain’s cap, cords, gloves and everything else. There were at least ten microphones on the lectern in front of him, and a crowd of reporters below. Lights blinded his eyes.
Behind his back, the UNSC flag outlined him in bright blue.
He was getting ready for more questions about the Burg war or wearing the steel eye armor.
He nodded to one of the reporters in the front.
“Commander, do you want to explain to us why, on UNSC time you were reported as supporting an LFIL protest when you were supposed to be acting as neutral crowd control.”
He felt the blood drain right out of his face.
He was not ready for this.
Inside his brain went blank. He stammered for a second, suddenly feeling like a little kid giving a class presentation while all eyes stared at him. More cameras flashed, “I…. I was doing what I thought…. Needed to be done to keep the protest civil.”
“That was not your job!”
More yelling until the crowd was shushed, “Look, the GA wasn’t seeing any of their representative. I simply explained their side of the story to the GA, and they decided to lift the ban on their own.”
“Directly going against the policies of the UNSC was a gross breach of your contract commander, and we are all having a hard time understanding why you have not been disciplined for it.”
“You have no idea what is on y contract. My job is to foster peace throughout the galaxy, and THAT is what I did.”
“Some people see it as a direct attack on our way of life. You are helping spread disease poor moral values throughout the galaxy.”
He felt his face burning, “What makes you think their relationships have anything to do with you NONE of them live on earth or on Mars. They do not interact with you, they do not bother you, they do not THINK about you. And no they are not spreading disease because every person who leaves earth receives a full disease panel. You are more likely to have communicable diseases than they are.”
Uproar.
He shouldn't have said that.
“You are spreading extrial propaganda, and now that you are the face of the UNSC you are having an impact on our children, so t is your duty to uphold the values of the Human public.”
His hands were gripping white onto the lectern, “It is my job to uphold MY values and if the UNSC doesn’t like what I am doing they will fire me, so that is none of your concern.”
“Commander Vir, are you an extrail.”
The room went very silent suddenly. His heart was hammering in his chest.
“You are out of line. My personal life whatever it may entail has no bearing on my work, so you will either ask me professional questions or we are done here.”
“But you haven't denied it!” Someone else shouted.
“That question doesn't deserve an answer either way. If i tell you, that means I am justifying myself to you, which I have no desire to do, and if I were to confirm the other way, I would be bringing a personal issue into a political light, which would also be inappropriate. Either way I will not answer you. Unless there are any more questions that involve my work and not my personal life…”
He wouldn’t budge forcing them to change the subject.
His hands were shaking again, but this time it was out of anger. He had to breathe very slowly to keep himself calm enough.
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Headlines
Commander Vir Extrail or Normal
SCANDAL: UNSC’s Golden boy involved with aliens?
Press conference turns to barbed comments.
LFIL Propaganda
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hii :-) ur writing is so cute!!! could i uhh get some super fluffy mayb a lil suggestive one shot or scenario about being quarantined with oikawa post-time skip? 🥺
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a/n: gotchu! hopefully i didnt take too long ;(( i have trouble getting inspo, it usually will hit me all at once or neverr. hope you like cx
wishin i got some quality times during quarantine, y/n out here rlly living their best n domestic life smh
also, i hope this was fluffy! ik i made it a bit silly and playful so i hope thats ok! lmk if you would like me to attempt again and id be more than happy too cx
requests: open!
So far, it’s been a month into quarantine. Despite having lived with Oikawa’s needy self for the past two years, being stuck at home with him all the time definitely tested your patience, especially when he was bored, seeking attention, and missing volleyball.
“Oikawaaa, hold on, I’m almost done with work. Maybe talk to Iwa for a bit until I’m free,” you suggested as you typed away at your computer, not even sparing your whiny boyfriend a glance as he lamented about his boredom.
“Iwa’s already asleeeppp and there’s nothing to do hereeeee,” he complained. He pulled up a seat next to you and poked your cheek repeatedly. “Having a long distance best friend and an s/o who doesn’t care about you is harddd, why does life give me such a hard time?” he despaired, referring to his best friend who lived in another country, and you, his partner, who was trying to do work so you both could be financially stable in the middle of this pandemic.
You rolled your eyes in response and turned in your chair to face him, grabbing his cheeks in your hands and giving them a squeeze. “Boohoo, I think someone’s gotten a little too used to having fan girls entertain him all the time.” You gave his pouty lips a quick peck. “I’ll be done in 20 minutes, max. Go watch some tik toks or something.”
After you returned to doing your work, Oikawa settled for wrapping his arms from behind you and resting his chin on top of your head. He hummed to himself some trendy tik tok song he discovered the other day as he played with your hair, and you found the vibrations from his throat and the soft tugs on your scalp strangely soothing.
As much as you rolled your eyes or scoffed at his antics, you loved when he would go out of his way to catch your eye. Oikawa knew what would get to you. He could make you smile, laugh, piss you off, or comfort you in an instant.
You felt your heart soften at a memory from not too long ago.
“Hmmmmm,” Oikawa thought aloud, stroking his chin with his thumb. “Put that one... here.”
“Yes ma’am,” you responded, placing a pillow in the gap between two other pillows. Then, you both took opposite ends of the same blanket, draping it over the array of pillows you arranged on the living room floor and thus completing your pillow fort.
He eagerly slid inside the castle and patted the spot next to him. “y/nnnn, hurry up and lay here with me so we can watch our favorite show while we cuddle and I feed you~”
You couldn’t help but smile as you obliged, easing into the spot next to him. You both lay on your stomachs, supported by a single, long pillow stuffed underneath your chests. Oikawa hooked an arm around your waist, closing the gap between you two. His free hand reached for a bag of your favorite snacks. He opened it, picked up a piece, then held it up to your face.
Just as you were about to take a bite, your face contorted into an expression of shock and betrayal when you saw him quickly seize the piece into his own mouth. Looking at your gaping face, he raised a mischievous eyebrow. “Oh, you thought that was for you?”
And that was how he ended up face down and star fished on the floor, with you sitting cross-legged on his back and triumphantly munching on your snacks, surrounded by a chaotic mass of fluffy pillows and blankets.
“I win,” you giggle through your bites.
“No fair! That pillow to my face came outta nowhere!”
15 minutes passed by when you finally finished, closed your laptop, and hugged his arms. “Alright, I’m all yours now, what’s up?” you tilted your head back and glanced upwards to meet his gaze, the corners of your lips turning upwards in a small smile.
“Wellllll, I was thinking of sharing a nice dinner together, maybe a fragrant bath...” he trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Pffft,” you spit out, shoving his face away playfully and getting up to your feet. “Only if your highness will make me dinner. I’m hungry after a long day’s work of breadwinning. What have you even been doing all day?”
“Uhhh...” Oikawa pursed his lip and looked at the ceiling in faux thought. Then his eyes landed back on you sheepishly, “Nothing.”
Laughing, you gave his cheek a soft pat and took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. “Of course, I expected nothing less of you, Lazykawa,” you jibed, well aware you were using one of Iwa’s classic nicknames on him.
“Fine, fine, I’ll get something ready for us. You just sit your pretty self at the table and watch.”
"I want a close up view, though,” you remarked, snaking your arms under his own from behind as he was investigating the fridge’s contents.
“Works for me,” he winked.
You clung onto him and followed his steps around the kitchen, taking in his refreshing scent and observing judging his meal preparation.
“Mm, yes, instant ramen, quite the challenge, Oikawa. What’s your strategy?”
“Divide and conquer. Watch and learn, y/n.”
He exaggerated his movements throughout the cooking process, which made clinging onto him a bit of a struggle, to say the least. He finally poured the cooked noodles and soup into a large bowl, adding in some boiled eggs, seaweed, and green onion for embellishment. “Voila!” he bragged, carrying the dish slowly to your small dining table as you continued to follow him. Oikawa set the bowl down, “Dig in, honey.”
Unlatching yourself from his back, you took a seat next to him and lay a head lazily on his shoulder. His heart fluttered at the sight of your cheek nestling comfortably into him, and he mentally kicked himself for letting your proximity make him experience those first date jitters all over again, even though it’s been four years since that time. He took in the details of your face, feeling his heartrate quicken when your eyes slowly flickered upwards at him from underneath your eyelashes. Your sweet lips parted slightly, looking like honey could drip from them at any moment. They were captivating, but tread the wrong way and he could be left stung. He wanted them to say his name, longingly--
“Well, are we going to eat or just sit here and let the food get cold?”
“O-Oh, right,” he stuttered out, taking a pair of chopsticks and dipping them into the bowl. How had his mind strayed so easily? He might act like he could keep his cool all the time, but with you, that was a different story. Four years whipped by quickly, but the thought of you never failed to bring him a sense of comfort, anticipation, embarrassment, and intrigue all at once.
He picked up a few strands of noodles and blew on them gently. The steam from the bowl rose to warm both your cheeks, marking them with a dewy, rosy tinge. Oikawa brought the noodles up to your open mouth, which you received with such delight that he had to refrain from gushing over how cute it looked. He continued to feed both of you, listening as you talked about work, how your friends were in quarantine, and what you wanted to do when things got back to normal. Although he was attentive, making sure to acknowledge your words with some sort of response such as a nod or a reply, he could feel a knot in his stomach begin to tighten ever so slightly. When his mind wandered, he couldn’t help but think about what the future held for you both.
You were one of the most supportive people in his life. You decided to move here in order to stay close to him and support his career and passion for volleyball. You found yourself a job in order to help make a living and adjust to your new lifestyle. You put effort everyday into your relationship, making sure you looked after one another and communicated your needs. Your empathy and understanding were unmatched, and he couldn’t imagine what his life would have been like for the last two years if you never came along with him. Reaching back farther, he was almost positive the last four years of his life and all the good that’s come his way since then was thanks to you.
“To be honest, that ramen hit the spot more than I expected it to,” you sighed with satisfaction. Then, you looked over at him and noticed the slight furrow of his brows. “Tooru...? Helloo?”
You waved a hand in his face and jolted him from his thoughts. He took your hands and looked into your eyes with a spark of determination. “Y/n.”
“Uhhh... Yes?” you asked, a bit confused.
Closing his eyes briefly and taking a deep breath, he proceeded. “The years we’ve been together have been among the best in my life. You’ve never failed to make me feel safe and happy, and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you by my side. I need you to stay with me, to look after me while I also take care of you. I know we’ve only fantasized and shared jokes about the future, like when we tell our children stories, you’ll make fun of me and share with them some of the dumbest things I’ve ever done. When we get a pet dog (or cat, or any other pet you prefer), I’ll have to compete with it for your attention, and I’ll probably lose. When I’m old and my knee finally gives out on me, you’ll lug me around on your back. But I don’t want those things to remain little jokes; I want to experience all those moments with you, no matter how big or small. That said...”
Once Tooru realized what he was about to suggest, his cheeks flushed and he accidentally bit his tongue. “Ow, fuck!”
Startled and still caught off guard from his sweet words, your eyes widened as you choked out, “H-Huh?? What’s wrong, what happened?? Tooru?” You tried to convince yourself the heat you felt was due to the hot ramen and your concern for Oikawa.
I was just about to ask for your hand in marriage.
He held his hands in front of his face, waving them around in frantic dismissal. “N-Nothing, I just bit my tongue..!” Gotta think, gotta think of a cover...! What else could I even say that would make sense after having said all that..?!
He took in another deep breath and held up both your hands again, bringing them close to his mouth and giving them a kiss. “When this is all over... W-Why don’t we take a trip somewhere? We’ll go anywhere you like! Just us two, going on adventures, having drinks, doing fun things.”
You sighed out in relief, releasing your pent-up anxiety. “T-That’s all?! I-I mean, ah yes, of course! That sounds amazing, I’ve always wanted to go to *insert place here lol* and this would be the perfect chance!”
You cupped his face gently and brought him in for a warm, soft kiss. His lips meshed with yours as his hand reached for your jaw. His thumb caressed over your right cheekbone, pulling you closer and giving you a sense of security.
Though, at the back of your mind, you had suspected, Was he about to propose? But then you thought, Nah, if he was considering it, I don’t think he’d do that right now, stuck at home during quarantine. Now, what if I proposed before he did.... Hm...
And his mind was filled with, Oh thank god I caught myself, I don’t know what I would’ve done, I don’t even have anything ready, I never thought about it as seriously as I did in that moment, what was I thinking, also ramen tastes kinda good on their mouth...
A few minutes passed when you broke apart. He spent a few seconds looking into your eyes, which glistened with passion and love. “You’re really sweet, Tooru, you know that?” you said with a smile. He smiled, giving you a kiss on your forehead before standing up abruptly, much to your dismay. But then he offered to wash the dishes, much to your content and appreciation.
He finished not too soon after, then walked into the living room to find you splayed out on the couch and browsing your phone.
“I made dinner like I promised, so into the bath we go!” he yelled, hooking his arms underneath your back and legs to lift your body. You yelped in surprise, dropping your phone on the sofa. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, laughing as he rushed towards the bathroom.
“Fine, I’ll keep up my end of the deal,” you said, reaching for the bathroom door’s handle and turning it open. Once inside, he kicked it shut with his foot and set you down on the sink counter. He moved towards the tub to turn on the warm water, then came back to the counter and held up two bath bombs. “So, you want rose or lavender?”
But instead, you hooked onto him once more and pulled him into a needy kiss.
Someday soon, when this is over, you’ll be mine forever, y/n.
Despite having lived with Oikawa’s dorky self for the past two years, having to be stuck at home with him all the time had definitely its perks. There wasn’t anyone else you would’ve rather spent your time with, that’s for sure.
a/n: fihuofiejmcg i tried LOL, i hope you liked, honestly was just typing ad goign along till i got ideas! I wouldnt let myself sleep until i finished this sdfghjk anyways. we luv oikawa. also i hope that last thought of his dont sound creepy LMAO
ps i shoulda been filling out my job application but lmaoooo
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu reader insert#oikawa x reader#oikawa tooru#oikawa tooru x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu oneshot#haikyu fluff#oikawa fluff
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a tour of fruit basket’s dorm (in minecraft) !
a while ago in a gc im in we were talking about building our company buildings and dorms in the sims (@hbh-entertainment did this !!) but the thing is , i don’t have sims . but you know what i do have ? minecraft pocket edition babey !!!! so that’s exactly what i did
first of all , before i start i just wanna day i am not the most gifted interior designer . i watched a bunch of grian videos before building this and it didn’t help so excuse how weird it’s laid out . this isn’t exactly what i imagine the dorm looking like because minecraft has limits of course , but it’s as close as we’re gonna get
— front door/entryway
there’s not much here tbh . it’s just an entryway there’s not much you can do w that . the closed door is a coat closet btw
there’s pictures that they hung up bc they didn’t want it to be too bare and the pictures r like . travel pictures n stuff
— living room
this is where they hang out the most tbh like they’re only in their rooms to sleep most of the time
they usually eat at the coffee table which is also where they do their monthly mukbang vlives . yes they do those . they like food
they have a little display cabinet with the awards they were allowed to take into their dorm and it’s like . not subtle at all
the couch under the blue painting is the one eunji and kyungwon made out on fun fact
they have a bulletin board above one of the couches and it’s full of their favourite fan letters , pictures , and notes the members write to each other
in girl talk when they were laying in the middle of the living room they just moved the table and there’s a carpet under the table i just can’t see it jsjdnd
i don’t got much to say on this it’s literally just a living room
— dining room and kitchen
honestly they never use the dining table they just use the little stools by the window thing or they eat in the living room
they’re also almost never in the kitchen unless they need something . they usually order their food they only make food on like special occasions n shit or when they have people over
they’ve only showed glimpses of the kitchen in their vlogs once or twice so basically no one knows what it actually looks like so y’all r gettin treated
it’s kinda an inside joke between blossoms at this point like what does the kitchen look like who the hell knows
— bathroom
it’s just a bathroom like . i don’t have much to say on this one
there’s a tiny ass towel closet that u can’t get in but you actually can in the actual dorm
they’ve got some nice pictures on the wall so u can admire some art while ur taking a shit
do u like my mirror banners i think they’re neat
there was a wandering trader while i was tryna take pictures and i had to stop to kill it literally how did he even get in
— room 1 : min eunji
behold . where eunji and kyungwon fucked in that one scenario
eunji’s room is the first on the right when you’re in the hallway
she doesn’t like her room being too cluttered so the decorating is very . bare to say the least
she’s got a bit of a green/white thing going on w the bedsheets and the plants tho it makes it feel fresh and calm sorta
she’s the plant mom you could only dream of being
just don’t go in her closet it’s not good
if she’s in her room she’s almost always sleeping in her bed or she’s sitting at her desk doing her makeup or writing something
it’s kinda crazy how there isn’t one stain on her sheets bc like . they’re so white . how . i could never
the stuff she hangs on her wall are usually the fan gifts that she cherishes the most like the super realistic portrait someone drew of her and gave to her at a fan meeting she literally almost cried when they gave it to her
— room 2 : lee sooyoung
there she is babey
sooyoung’s room is the first on the left
her room is a lot brighter whew
she loves collecting albums from other artists and she’s got a whole bookshelf full of them
maybe that’s her mixtape on the wall who knows . but it’s a limited edition ver so u can’t get it ✌️😌
fuck desks get a comfy armchair instead babey !! she never works in her room anyway she’ll go sit in the studio or like under a tree or some shit
she’s got a few notable pictures hanging up ! she collects pictures every time they travel somewhere cool and puts them up
she’s got a lil collage of her favourite fan letters on one wall too it’s :(( cute :((((
as u can see she’s a corner bed person and she firmly believes that corner beds r superior and honestly she ain’t wrong
her room is honestly the best in the dorm to hang out in it’s jus so chill
— room 3 : kim areum
hello ma’am
areum’s room is the second on the right
her room is never clean skgdh
she’s that friend everyone had in highschool with all the polaroids on her wall
pictures of her friends , her boyfriend , her exes that she’s still cool with (aka vernon and only vernon the rest were highschool boys probably named kyle that no one cares abt)
she only uses her desk for doing her makeup lol she only works in the studio bc it’s quieter and the atmosphere is more calm or whatever
her plants r cute but most of them r fake and the ones that aren’t r dead
she likes collecting souvenirs so she has a few shelves for stuff like that and it’s just full of knick knacks she collected from god knows where
i forgot to add the shade on top of the lamp on her bedside table lol
— room 4 : park hyunmi
whoop whoop
hyunmi’s room is the second on the left
she doesn’t have a lot of decoration going on bc she’s boring a minimalist kween
but also she just doesn’t see the point bc she’s just sleeping there and they travel a lot anyways
all her plants are fake bc she has a pollen allergy
but hey she actually used her desk to work at ! and she has a different place for her mirror bc she has a dresser that she uses
this makes no sense i’m going insane
she likes to keep family photos on her wall , she’s got a picture of her parents , her grandparents , her parents’ dog , all that good shit
and she’s got pictures of the members ofc you gotta have that
this entire thing wasn’t explained well so like if u have questions pls ask them
also i’m definitely gonna make solar’s dorms but it might be a bit similar bc their dorms r in the same building and have the same layout
also should i make the smke building ?
#group.fruitbasket#fruitbasket.dev#kpop oc#oc kpop group#kpop imagines#fake kpop group#idol oc#starmaker entertainment#made up kpop agency
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Bloodhound Rescue
Arthur Morgan x reader
Summary: Arthur and the reader adopt a dog after seeing it mistreated
Warnings: animal cruelty (just implications of it!), whack writing
A/n: so I got the inspo for this after I helped some kid find his dog in Emerald Ranch. When they reunited the kid was being mean to the dog and I felt so bad I just wanted Arthur to take the poor pup back to camp and love it :(( most of the dialogue from the owner of the animal is straight from the game
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not my gif (I know Cain isn't a bloodhound but I can’t find a gif of one for the life of me so ur just gonna have to pretend eheh)
You and Arthur had ridden into Emerald Ranch to sell some valuables you’d picked up from an O’Driscoll camp. It was easy enough to get everything, there were only five people at the hideout and they were all drunk off their asses. As you and Arthur rode by on your horses, one of them recognized you and took his gun out. His bullet missed but everyone’s guns were out moments later, firing at you and Arthur, along with tripping over themselves and stumbling along. The two of you took them all out quickly and looted the camp for your troubles.
Seamus gave the two of you a suspicious look at the number of belt buckles and wedding rings but didn’t say anything as he paid you. As long as he could sell it, he could care less as to where it came from. You walked through Emerald Ranch towards the horses, sorting through the money and making sure you separated the gangs share before splitting the rest between the two of you.
Some sad-looking teenager was pacing around the Ranch, shouting something. Gently gripping Arthur’s forearm to get his attention, you gestured to the boy.
“Boy! Where are you, boy?” the teen shouted. He kicked at some rocks and dropped his shoulders, wiping a hand across his face.
“D’you think he lost his brother?” you turned to Arthur. He shrugged, suggesting the two of you go find out what was wrong with the kid.
He noticed as you two walked towards him and practically ran to meet you half way. “Oh you’ve got to help me! My dog has gone missing and it’s getting real late. He’s been gone for hours! If he don’t come back soon, the wolves’ll get him.”
Arthur was a bit hesitant, but agreed to help after glancing down to your worried face.
The boy began another rant about the wolves, only to have Arthur cut him off mid sentence. “Alright, alright kid calm down. We’ll keep an eye out for your dog.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you, mister! H-He’s a Bloodhound, black and brown. If you find him, I’ll be under that old tree near the Post office”
You and Arthur went off in search of the dog while the kid sulked away.
“I sure hope the wolves haven’t already got to the pup.” You frowned, crossing your arms in worry.
Arthur’s hand reached up to rub your shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. We’ll find him.”
You nodded, reaching down to grab his hand. Arthur followed as you led the way.
The two of you had circled the town twice without any sign of the dog.
Arthur’s heart ached for you, he hated the frown that had set itself upon your face and desperately wished for the damn dog to just appear.
Just when all hope seemed lost, you heard a faint boof. You squeezed Arthur’s hand, stopping in your tracks. “Listen.” You whispered. He didn’t question you. Arthur fell silent, looking around intently.
When another quiet boof sounded, you knew the direction it was coming from. You were on the edge of town, the only things around being a windmill and an empty stable. You crouched down to peek underneath, nearly crying out in joy.
“Arthur!!” You gasped, pointing to the windmill. You dropped you loves hand and sped over to get a closer look at the dog.
You dropped to your knees near the Bloodhound, cooing “Hey, boy! Have you lost your pa?” The dog sent you a hesitant look and didn’t move. Arthur finally caught up to you, resting a hand on your shoulder as you tried to coax the dog out. You extended your hand out to the dog, instantly retracting it when you noticed him flinch.
“Hey now, it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you.” You told him, slowly offering him your hand to sniff. You pulled a small piece of salted venison out of Arthur’s satchel, holding it out for the dog to grab. After a few moments, the dog stood up and walked up to you.
The dog circled you for a moment before relaxing. He started wagging his tail and rolling around at your feet, requesting some belly rubs. You sat petting the dog for close to ten minutes. He licked your face a few times before you had to back up. Arthur laughed at you, reaching down to pat him.
“Oh, Arthur, I just love this little guy.” You exhaled, briefly glancing up at Arthur with a gleeful grin. You pet the dog for a few more minutes before Arthur mentioned the boy looking for him.
You wanted so badly to keep him but Arthur, always your voice of reason, reminded you that the dog already had a family. Even though the two of you really liked the dog, the kid was missing him, so you gave the dog a few more pats and the three of you returned to the teenager.
As you approached, you noted the dog’s demeanor shift slightly. He stopped wagging his tail and held his head down slightly. The kid’s worried face melted away upon seeing his dog, and he jumped up from the tree stump and called the dog over. Your heart swelled at the sight, eliciting a small smile from Arthur as he watched you.
Your eyebrows knitted in the middle when the dog refused to leave your side and his tail went in between his legs. You glanced up at Arthur, both of you sharing a look.
The boy didn’t seem so happy anymore either. He swore loudly and snapped his finger at the dog, calling him once again. The dog didn’t move.
“Get over here right now or I’ll stomp on your paws!” He growled at the dog, taking a few steps towards it. You were just about to say something when the poor dog sprinted away from his owner, who chased right on after it.
Before Arthur could even wrap his head around what was happening, you took off after the kid, ready to whoop his ass. Arthur took off after you, also prepared to whoop some ass for you if needed.
The boy cornered the dog behind a cabin, bawling his hands into fists. You jumped in front of him before he could get to the dog, shielding the frightened creature. “Mistreatin’ an animal is no way to get it to listen to you.”
The teen rolled his eyes at you, crossing his arms as Arthur caught up.
“What would you know, old lady?”
Before you were able to respond, Arthur stepped forward, towering over the teen with a dark scowl. He clenched his fists, clearly unhappy with how the kid spoke to you.
“That ain’t no way to speak to a lady. You’d better learn some respect, kid, or I’ll have to pay you a visit when the lady’s not around. Now apologize to the kind woman who helped you find your dog.”
“S-sorry,” the boy shrunk into himself, taking a small step away from Arthur. Arthur tilted his head, crossing his arms as he continued to glare. ”ma’am” the kid added. He called for his dog once more, voice shaking slightly. The dog whimpered, hiding behind your dress.
“Fine then! Run off to Mexico for all I care. Stupid mutt.” he stomped a few feet away, glancing back at Arthur before running back home.
“Now what?” Arthur came to stand next to you as you stepped back to look at the dog.
“I guess we have a dog now.” He shrugged.
Your jaw dropped, and you stared at the man in front of you in admiration. “Really?”
Arthur shrugged again, glancing down at the dog watching the two of you intently.
“Well, the kid sure ain’t gonna keep him. I’m sure we could use a dog around camp to keep the rodents in check, Dutch won’t be mad.”
You threw your arms around Arthur in excitement. He stumbled back, but caught himself.
“Arthur Morgan, you are a wonderful man.”
He shook his head, glancing down to the floor momentarily. “I don’t know about that, darlin.”
You pulled away, whistling for your horse.
The Bloodhound was very anxious for a bit after leaving Emerald Ranch, but he loosened up the further away you got. He walked in between your horse and Arthur’s, relieved to have found a new family.
- :) I have a part 2 for this comin soon hehehehe I actually finished it before I finished this LOL I’ll post it if anyone wants it
#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan red dead redemption 2#arthur x reader#arthur red dead redemption 2#Red Dead Redemption#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr#rdr2 x reader#rdr imagines#arthur rdr2#red dead redemption 2 x reader#emerald ranch
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Request NaLu Natsu cheated on lucy and now he is trying to win her back but she refuses and leaves him and 5 years layer they meet again and get together
Here you go, I hope you like it :) it worked well for the Day 5 Nalu Week prompt too.
PS, If anyone is waiting on an Ask request from me, I’m working through them as soon as I can :)
Pilot Episode, Take Two
@nalu-week Day 5 Trial prompt.
“Are you fucking kidding me!”
“L-Lucy, I can explain!”
“We’re done Natsu…”
When she opens her eyes again, the professor was still rambling on about expository writing. She rolls her eyes and stretches her legs under the desk. This class was such a bore, but it was a requirement for the Journalism degree. Lucy sighs, and props her head up. Why had she been day dreaming about him again? It’s been almost five years since they’d broken up and while he’d tried to win her back during their remaining months of high school, once they graduated, she’d moved on to college in Crocus and never looked back. Heck, the only commonality was senior year, shewas now in her senior year of college that is.
The droning voice of the teacher made it easy for her mind to wander away, back to that final year of school. First, Natsu had tried the ‘it wasn’t my fault, she kissed me excuse.’ Yeah, she didn’t believe him considering his hand was… let’s just say underthe fabric of the girl’s top. Then it became the ‘you’re the only girl I’ve loved’line. Mmhmm, if he loved her so much, he wouldn’t be making out with another girl. He tried sweet talking, sending her gifts, phone calls and text messages… oh god, the text messages. She had to hand it to him, Natsu tried really hard to get a second chance, but Lucy hadn’t been ready to forgive and forget.
There were moments that she almost caved into his pleas because the truth was… She loved him. But maybe that’s what hurt her the most and why she just couldn’t open her heart back up to him so soon. Oh, well, it was ancient history and in less than two months she would be graduating with her degree and moving onto the next stage of her journey.
‘Congratulations Lucy! I knew you could do it <3’
Her cell had been blowing up all afternoon with calls or messages from friends and family wishing her well about graduating, but as she stared at this message, Lucy was dumbfounded. She didn’t recognize the number except that it had a Magnolia area code.
‘Thanks! UwU. Who is this btw?’
‘Just an old friend from hs.’
Well that didn’t narrow anything down. Lucy had been fairly popular in high school, so the culprit of the cryptic message came from a long list of suspects. She nibbles at her bottom lip, should she push for an answer or just let it go?
‘What ur name?’
But no answer ever came. Oh, Well. With all the parties, packing, and moving from the dorms, Lucy forgets all about the encounter, the message being pushed lower and lower as other’s come through. Thanks to an internship position her junior year, she’d even landed a job at Sorcerer’s Weekly here in Crocus, effective immediately. It was a great opportunity and place to start her career.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Lucy’s editor shakes her hand. “It’s so cool I get to work with you again!”
“Thank you,” she blushes. “I’m very excited to learn all I can from you Jason.”
“Oh, I don’t know, seems you’ve already got the inside track down,” he points to her desk. “Someone is happy you’re here. Wish I got flowers,” he chuckles.
Lucy looks at the cubicle and sees a large bouquet of red roses sitting on it. “Who sent that?” Jason just shrugs his shoulders. She walks over with him in tow and finds the card, but all it says is ‘congrats on the new job Lucy’ with no sender given.
“You’ve also been requested. It’s a really cool one too!! We’ve been trying to line up an interview with them for months and they’ve told us no until now. The lead singer asked for you by name.”
“Huh?” Lucy is confused. “But I don’t even know any singers.”
“Well he knows you,” Jason winks.
“W-Wait, who is he??”
“As part of the deal for the interview, we’re not supposed to tell you. He wants to surprise you. Oooh!” Jason bounces from foot to foot in excitement. “I wish I could be there to see it!”
“You’re not coming, I-I have to do my first interview alone?”
“You’ll be fine,” he claps her on the back, “and besides, you did good as an intern, so I know you’ll know what to do. They’re out of town till next month, the date is written on your calendar. Get settled in today and we’ll start tomorrow on your training.”
After Jason leaves, Lucy plops onto her chair. Wow, that had been a rollercoaster! Monday morning, first day on the job, flowers on her desk, and an interview already lined up. Had she won the lottery? The date for the interview was three weeks away. Normally, Lucy wanted to know who she will be talking to, get some research in, and that way she’s prepared. She groans, this could turn out really good, or really bad.
Lucy picks up the card again to analyze it and the strangest feeling washes over her. It reminded her of that text message she received two weeks ago. She sits back, tapping the card on her chin. Could it be the same person? She pulls out her phone and scrolls down to look at it. The verbiage wasn’t exactlythe same, but the creepy feeling had settled over her, that blaring alarm bell ringing and pointing towards a relationship.
‘Did you send me flowers?’
‘Yes, did you like it?’
‘It’s very sweet of you, but it’s a little weird not knowing who you are.’
‘…… just think of it as me making amends. Gotta run now.’
“Oh, no you don’t!” She’s about to respond when one more message comes through.
‘I’m really glad you made your childhood dream come true Lucy.’
‘Please tell me who you are?!’
And just like the last time, the responses end. “Ugh!” She drops her phone on the desk. It was really irritating not knowing who the hell this secret benefactor was, but at least there were clues this time. They knew about her goal from a young age and ‘Make amends…’ But who needed to make amends? One blaring choice popped into her mind, but she hadn’t heard from himin years and didn’t think he even knew where she was. Hopefully she’ll learn who this mystery person is some day.
Over the next weeks, Lucy trains each day with Jason on the ins and outs of working for a magazine. Their primary job was doing the interviews, but they worked closely with each of the different departments that puts the whole thing together from the photographers, writers, to the layout designer. It was tiresome trying to learn so much, but she was having a blast doing it.
Her anonymous benefactor hadn’t disappeared either. At first Lucy was annoyed with this person’s seemingly intimate knowledge of her life, but as time progressed, she had to admit each act or gesture was endearing even when she didn’t completely understand what it meant. From quotes or poems, she once loved to be being sent cute clothes in styles and colors she favored. The things this person sent her never missed the mark! They were spoiling her in such a charming manner, and it was driving her heart crazy.
A knock at her door nearing 10pm, startles Lucy out of the zone she was in late one Saturday evening. “Pizza delivery.” She hears from the other side.
She didn’t order any pizza. Cautiously, and leaving the chain on, she cracks opens the door, “That can’t be mine…”
“Internet order for Lucy Heartfilia, one medium pineapple pepperoni pizza and a bottle of diet Coke.” The boy chuckles, “gotta say it’s an odd combo but well it’s already paid for ma’am so you might as well take it.”
Lucy blinks, it’s exactly what she would order, had she been the one who’d placed it. “Alright.” She accepts the delivery and puts it on her coffee table with an exasperated sigh. Oh, this had to be the myserious person.
‘Pizza at 10pm?!’
‘Guessed you still write late at night. You tend to forget to eat when you do.’
She balks and stares at the response. It was true and all but, ‘look thank you, I appreciate it but you are driving me crazy with this whole secrecy thing!’
‘I promise to reveal myself soon. Sweet dreams Lucy <3’
On the morning of the interview, she’d shown up to work and to another ‘gift’ waiting on her desk. Delivered directly by the jewelry store, it was a small gift box containing a charm bracelet. Of all the presents, this was by far the most expensive to date. Jason was freaking out just as much as Lucy was over her luck. Each charm represented something truly special to her. Ballet slippers from her youth, star is a love she shared with her mother, white dog marked her first pet, pen for a dream of writing, pink heart was her favorite color, but the sixth charm made her heart stop. A flame.
“No…” she breathes out. “It can’t be.”
“What is it?!” Jason bounces next to her unable to contain his excitement. “Spill it!”
“M-My ex…. I-I think it’s from my high school boyfriend.”
Jason’s eyes widen. “Cool!!! You should wear that to your interview, it’ll look good on you!”
“N-No, I-I can’t,” Lucy shuts the box and slips it into her purse. She gathers her recorder, pad and pen, “I better get going, the car is waiting to take me to the interview now.” Then takes off out of the office before Jason could say anything more.
During the whole car ride to the recording studio where the interview would take place, Lucy couldn’t get her heartrate to slow down. Over and over she replayed all the anonymous contacts they’d had since graduation night. The clues had all been there, but she’d never let herself believe it. Five years…. Five years! Why was he back now?! And why was she so flustered?! Ugh! She couldn’t go into this interview with her mind racing like this!
“We’re here,” the driver breaks her out of her inner rant.
“Oh,” Lucy looks up at the building. “Thank you.”
She gets out of the car and a studio personnel takes her straight to a conference type room, explaining along the way that she’ll be interviewing the lead singer of an up and coming band. The employee asks her to please wait there in the room, he’ll be there shortly. Lucy fidgets in her seat. ‘Calm down, calm down,’she chants with her eyes closed, ‘get through the interview, go home and scream…’
The door opens. Lucy looks up and the person that greets her was the one person she didn’t know if she wanted to see.
“Natsu…” She jumps up from her seat as he comes closer.
“Hey Lucy,” he nervously cups the back of his neck. “Sorry for the…”
“It was you!” she punches his chest. “All this time! All this time…” she hits him over and over as all of the pent-up emotions she’d been feeling erupts, and tears stream down her cheeks. “Why?!” Lucy finally stops and slumps against his chest sobbing hysterically.
Natsu had expected a harsh reaction, knowing Lucy’d received the bracelet that morning and it gave too pointed of a clue for her not to realize its sender. He says nothing and simply wraps his arms around her, just letting the woman release everything she’s been holding in for probably the last five years. As her sobs slow, he cradles her head gently against his chest, rubbing small circles along her back. He buries his nose in her hair, oh, how he’s missed her scent, and kisses her crown.
“I’ve missed you so much Lucy.” When her only response is a sniffle, Natsu continues. “I was an idiot in high school to have lost you and these last five years have been empty because of it. So, I had my manager help me track you down and that’s how I knew about graduation, your new job, and stuff.”
Her voice is soft, and the anger had dissipated from her tone. “Why didn’t you just tell me it was you?”
“I didn’t know if you would answer if you knew it was me. I gave up winning you back once when I was too dumb to realize…” he lifts her chin, “so this time I wanted to show you how much I still love you.”
“You do?”
He nods his head, eyes crinkling when he smiles and gazes back at her. Natsu smooths a thumb over her cheek, “you are still so beautiful Lucy…”
She averts her eyes. It was all so much to take at once. Not only was her ex the anonymous person but finding out he’s a singer in a band that was growing in popularity. How would she know that this was real and that one day some groupie wouldn’t come along, and she’d catch him cheating again?
Lucy sucks in the corner of her lip as she processes the situation, but Natsu knows that tell instantly. “Lucy, I swear on my mother I will never hurt you like that again.”
“You can’t make a promise like that.”
“Why can’t I? The fact I haven’t had a girlfriend since you left me should tell you something. I know now, I don’t want anyone else but you. And if you still don’t believe me, just ask Gray yourself, he’s still my best friend and knows everything I’ve done this whole this time.” Natsu takes her hand, “please just give me a second chance Lucy.”
She was so torn. A part of her still loved him too, and she wanted to believe this could work…
“Okay.”
“Really,” his eyes brighten, “you’ll be my girlfriend again?!”
Damn it his grin was still irresistible! “Yes,” she exhales and squeezes his hand back, “I’ll be your girlfriend again. But so, help me Natsu if you screw around this time, I will cut something off!”
“Oof,” that sent a phantom pain to his groin, but he couldn’t blame her for the comment. “You won’t regret it, I swear it.”
Lucy nods and stands up straight, recollecting her thoughts. “Now that that’s settled, am I still doing an interview or was that just to set up this meeting?”
“Oh! Right!” Natsu chuckles, “that’s real.” He grabs her hand and pulls her towards the door, “I’ll introduce you to the rest of the band first…”
#naluweek#nalu week 2019#day 5 trial#au story#nalu#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#fairy tail#nalu drabble#nalu fanfic
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Bag of Bugles and a Spell
sheogasms said: had an idea for a carol x fem!reader(pre relationship): carol has been trying to hide her feelings for the reader but, on a mission, she gets hit with some charm/spell that makes her even more stupidly in love with the reader. it makes her super soft and extremely flirty towards the reader, no matter who’s around. possible comedic fluff? (also thank you sm for doing these ur writing is amazing and im gonna lowkey keep bothering u w prompts)
A/N: omg this is the cutest prompt ever!! I was super excited to write this although I feel like I suck at fluff!! thank u for sending in I love hearing all of your ideas, hope I do them justice! also, I made Carol a lil bit of a cornball...she’s just weird
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: some language and minor violence/shooting
You’ve had three missions with Carol this month. The missions have been fairly easy and they’re over pretty quickly, which makes sense considering you and Carol are a hell of a team. You and Fury seem to think so and you’re hoping Carol thinks the same. You like spending time with her, even if you’re drenched in blood and dirt and killing people at the same time. There are not many people who you can experience that with, and that’s why Carol is so great. She cracks jokes, you tease each other, you have hilarious banter, she sends funny looks your way when you overhear something stupid over the coms, and she’s very confident and energetic.
So, when you find out Fury had paired the two of you up again, you’re ecstatic. Even if it’s a stakeout mission. You’re geared up and ready to go, standing patiently outside the entrance of the Avengers compound, when you see Carol walk up to you in her suit. She looks great, but she does a stupid dance and spin to show off her suit that you’ve seen endless times. You sarcastically clap.
“Hey, partner,” Carol smiles kindly at you. “Ready to kick- watch some ass?”
You giggle. “Yes, ma’am. Let’s watch that ass.”
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You and Carol have laid on the same roof for what seems to be hours. You brought snacks with the hope that you could stay filled up and energized while doing basically nothing. Too bad Carol’s been eating them all. She shakes the last of the bag of Bugles into her mouth and chomps on the crumbs just leaving you to stare at her. She turns her head to look at you and her mouth is full and crunching. You’re staring at her, saying nothing. She’s eating all your damn snacks.
She swallows quickly. “These were to share, right? I’m good?”
“Yeah, they were to share. Too bad you ate them all.” You try to scold her but end up giggling.
“Well don’t blame me! It’s boring! What am I supposed to do, just stare through these binoculars?”
“Yes, Carol, that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do.”
“Well, Y/N, how about I just...ya know...not do that,” Carol suggests, wriggling her eyebrows. But you have no idea what she’s suggesting.
“Fuck are you on about? You’re already doing nothing. You’re not even watching the subject.”
“Perhaps I shall get in on the action myself, m’lady.” Carol proposes with a very bad cockney accent.
“Okay, what?” you sigh and press your fingers to your eyebrows. You’re sat there, shaking your head when you start to laugh. You look up at her and she’s laughing back too.
“I mean...hold my beer.”
“Carol, wh-” you start. There’s not even a beer anywhere.
Carol, of course, makes a big scene by doing jumping off the ledge and doing her trademark superhero landing on the roof of the building in front of you. She starts to run and you immediately get off your feet and jump down to follow her. Of course, she’s running to the action, the girl can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes. You understand that completely, but you don’t understand why she would disturb something that’s meant to be observed. You’re supposed to keep a log and report back to S.H.I.E.L.D with the information. But, Carol decides to run ahead of you and you have to follow her, climbing down fire escape stairways and jumping on trash bins.
You’re finally caught up to her when she hiding on the side of the building you’ve been watching. She’s waiting for a proper time to enter. You genuinely don’t even know what to do. You would try to stop her but you know Carol isn’t one that is stopped. You’d try to talk to her but she’d just run away into the building. You sigh probably a bit too loudly. You suppose you’re going in with her.
The subjects you’ve been watching are a small threat, hence the fact that you’re just watching them instead of capturing them. That might change soon, though. Carol can be a wildcard at times but it’s dealt with considering that she’s just so powerful. She makes a signal with her hand and enters the building. You follow reluctantly with your gun in hand, checking corners and behind you before walking further. She leads you to a room in the back that seems to be empty and looks out of the door cautiously but curiously.
“Carol, we didn’t even check the security. They probably know we’re here.”
She puts her finger up to her mouth, gesturing for you to be quiet. You’re sure your eyes roll back into your head, but she gives you a playful push backward and giggles very lightly.
You’re caught up staring at her and her cheeky smile when you see a person in front of you. Carol is turned towards you, unaware. You duck away quickly, grabbing her by the waist to bring you to the ground with her as your hand extends your gun to shoot. You shoot him, but it’s too late. Carol seems to be unconscious. You try to wake her quickly and look on her for any wounds but you can’t seem to find anything. She must’ve gotten a spell put on her.
You stand up, looking out the doorway. You see two armed men and you shoot both of them, allowing an opportunity to exit. Stealth and speed are very important in this situation, so you grab Carol quickly and you carry her in front of you. You’re running at full speed out of the building with Carol in your arms and you make it far enough down the block into a hidden alleyway to hit your com.
“Carol was being a dumbass. Got a spell put on her or something. She’s unconscious but she has a pulse and vitals seem fine. I’ll be making my way back to the spot. I’ll keep you updated.”
Maria Hill’s voice comes through the speaker. “Okay. Make sure she’s safe and head back as soon as you can. Need any backup?”
“No, I got it. Thank you.” You click off your com.
You decide to go inside the building this time, unlike Carol who decides to jump off things and run down fire escapes. You hurry into the elevator and try to avoid as much eye contact or attention as possible. You head up to the roof and place Carol on the spot where she was laying before.
You wave the empty bag of bugles in her face, smacking her with it. “Hey, goofy, wake up.”
She’s still unconscious. You sigh, and reach your hand back, about to slap her hard. Her eyes flutter open all of a sudden and you immediately pull your hand down.
“Hey! Hey Carol,” you smile. “I’m so glad you’re awake now.”
“Mmmmm,” She moans and sits up slowly, staring at you for a few seconds. “Hey, gorgeous. Goooorgeous. My jaw hits the flooorgeous.”
Your jaw opens and your mouth is agape. You turn your head and chuckle, blushing hard. She never ceases to surprise you. You wonder what type of spell she’s under or what she’s coming off of.
“What, they got you drunk or something?”
“No!” Carol yells, very loudly. She looks and sounds like a toddler. It actually startles you. “But I’m drunk off of youuuu.”
“Okay. Understandable. I’d flirt with me too. But I’m gonna need you to quiet down and help me pick up this stuff so we can go back to the compound,” you reply, trying to keep your cool. She’s flirting with you and you love it. You’ve been waiting for this.
“You cute dumbass! I’ve been flirting with you this whole time!” Carol yells again. She definitely sounds drunk, but man, are you reveling in this. It feels so good to hear.
“No, listen here. You’re the dumbass. Be quiet and let’s go.”
“Ooooooooh. Yes, ma’am!” she salutes. “A woman in charge. That’s what I like about you. Not to mention how beautiful you are.”
You’re actually blushing like crazy, but you’re worried she’s not meaning anything she’s saying, so you’re trying to be serious. Also, you’ve got places to be.
“Carol, can you ple-”
“And THAT ASS. It’s a MARVEL. Captain Marvelous Ass over here! God damn!” She starts cracking up at her own joke and you can’t help but laugh too. You knew you’d have fun on this mission.
“You’ve got a pretty nice ass too, Miss Drunk Toddler.”
“I am not a trunk ogler!” Carol whines, crawling over to you and placing her head on your shoulder. You're both sitting criss-cross and staring off at the cityscape. “I am a Y/N lover. And I love it.”
“Carol, you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You drive me crazy. In a good way and a bad way.” Mostly bad way. You’re always blushing whenever she’s around, and you’re always wanting to just place your hand on hers. You like Carol. You have ever since you met her.
“Let’s go to the museum and get ice cream. I want to take you on a date. Take you to paradise.” she drifts off, then gasps. “Two tickets to paradise! Eddie Money!”
“Yeah, that’s right. Eddie Money.” You say softly, looking down at her. You can see the moonlight accentuate how her eyelashes lay on her cheek. You can see her blonde hair framing her beautiful face in just a way that makes you want to kiss her nose. You can see a smile sitting on her lips and a dreamy sigh come out of her mouth.
“I like you, Y/N. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to take care of you, I want to do everything together. I’m starting to feel a little bit more normal. But this is right. Feels good.”
“Does feel good, doesn’t it Carol? I like you too. I always have.” you smile down at her.
She looks up at you, surprised. She nearly gasps. She pats your chest excitedly, like a child or a dog, and she leans her head back on your shoulder.
“Although I’d be the one taking care of you, you big dummy.” you tease, tousling her hair and then kissing her head. “I hope you remember this.”
You sit in silence for a bit, feeling the breeze run through your hair and the warmth in your heart radiate to your body. You’re happy, and you’re staring at the city and stars in front of you. You have Carol, what else could you need?
Maria’s voice comes through your com again, startling you. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine, she’s just a little out of it. We’ll be packing up in a second and we’re gonna need a car.”
“Sounds good.”
You nudge Carol and stand up, extending your arm for her to grab your hand. You lift her up and she doesn’t let go of your hand.
“Can we pack up now, please?” You ask her, softly. She nods quickly and grabs the binoculars on the ground as you fold up the blanket. You take the binoculars from her and put them in your backpack. Putting the backpack on, you extend your hand for Carol’s again. She’s picking up the Bugles bag and looking inside, frowning.
“You literally just ate them all. Did you think they were going to reappear?”
“Shut up. Maybe I did.” Carol laughs and takes your hand. You make your way down to the lobby and get in the backseat of the car. The driver nods to you and you nod back. Carol rests her head on your shoulder again.
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After tucking Carol into bed, you find your way to yours and plop down face first. You squeal and smile into your pillow and hope to god she remembers this. Or at least, meant it.
You wake up in the morning and check your phone first thing. There’s a text from Carol.
I meant it all. We still going for ice cream and a museum trip?
Oh, and I’m sorry for eating all your Bugles. I’ll get you more on our date.
All you can do is smile as you lay down in your bed, taking in the warmth of the sunlight shining through your window.
Finally.
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tagged by the absolute unit that @mochibat is t h a n c c u
Tag one
“Describing your blog tag”
1. Icon: sadly its kira yoshikage from jjba........no i dont take criticism (hopefully u can see it bc i saw my old one still shows on the app but o h w e l l)
2. My content: dark aesthetic pics, outfits that i like, S H I T P O S T S (and the occasional jjba sprinkled in since i try to keep it lowkey on here but-) with a hint of 80s as well as some random creepy things djgjdgdj literal c h a o s
3. Letter colour: purple but it used to be white
4. Header: just an edit i put together to match my current theme
5. Url: i literally changed it yesterday but for the longest of time i went by “thotchim” (which was more or less an inside joke between me and another mutual of mine). now my current one which is “moyaiqueen” is basically clownery...me and my friend thought it was fun to replace the “killer” from killer queen with “moyai” and she said i should change my name into this when i asked her abt url ideas so-
6. Blog title: no blog title lmao only cryptic type o negative lyrics
Tag two
Who were you named after?: after my grandma as far as i know but it doesnt really matter since i aint keen on exposing my irl name on here hshsf
Last time you cried?: i literally dont remember bc ur local cryptid cant even cry properly anymore-
Do you like your handwriting?: honest to god? not at all. i always get shit for writing in chicken scratch but O H W E L L
What is your favorite lunch meat?: basic as all hell but chicken
Longest relationship?: l m a o
Do you still have your tonsils?: yes ma’am
Do you bungee jump?: no but i would like to ahfjdjg
What is your favorite kind of cereal?: oatmeal with fruits are basically why i live but i can also enjoy some chocolate ones once in a while...but i dont like the overly sweet ones
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: depends on the shoes tbh but since i mainly wear combat boots i often untie them when i take them off
Do you think you’re strong willed?: once again DepEndS but i’d say im pretty damn stubborn even doe i often feel like giving up if i dont get insta results which i know is w a c k
Favorite Ice Cream?: chocolate, caramel
What is the first thing you notice about a person?: hands, hair and eyes
Football or baseball?: n e i t h e r
Favorite donut?: put chocolate and caramel together in literally anything and im on cloud fucking nine
What are you listening to?: im currently trynna kick back and relax whilst listening to a japanese city pop compilation on yt (I’m in love by Tomoko Aran is playing rn)
If you were a crayon, what color would you be?: blAcK
What is your favorite smell?: coffee and toxic smells such as gasoline or alcohol
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?: my grandma
Hair color?: light brown
Eye color?: LigHT BrOWn (only instance they look green-ish is when direct light hits them but other than that its wack lmao)
Favorite food to eat?: anything that has chicken and potatoes in it, the b a s i c s
Scary movies or happy ending?: scary movies
Last movie you watched in a theater?: Rambo V back in december
What color shirt are you wearing?: dark green but its a hoodie
Favorite holiday?: i dont really have one tbh hshgsfs
Beer or wine?: def wine literally fuck beer (has to be red wine tho)
Night owl or morning person?: i literally never sleep and now that im in qUaRanTinE even more so-
Favorite day of the week?: saturday
Favorite animal?: dogs and snakes
Do you have a pet?: a black french bulldog back at my mom’s place
Where would you like to travel?: anywhere tbh but i’d love visiting america or japan someday
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kinda like a date
Detroit: Become Human
Connor x human! female
Warning: some vulgar language about ur pizza, u failing cuz that COIN trick is too DANG hard
Specifics: comedy, fluff, race neutral reader, one-shot, human reader, police officer reader
People: connor, hank anderson, store lady (oc)
Words: 1,155
Requested: By anon I'm desperately looking for someone that will write a Connor x Reader where the Reader is buying a Android for the first time after saving enough money. But I don't know if ya okay with smut? If not then the request without smut.
Authors Note: this has no smut in it cuz ur girl dont write smut srry but i hope this is what u meant lol i kinda went a lil bit over board with this hehehehe. but i made u a police officer in this cuz i wanted it to fit connor’s story still so this is all i could think of. its been a while since ive written for dbh so im happy i gots a request if u want to request more for this fandom pls do my requests r currently open dearies!!!!
You worked at the police department. Working a full shift was tiring but you made it work. Your job as a police officer was normal until more and more androids were used in the department. To you it was a thought of why not? You personally did not mind androids helping police, that just means you get less work, but some were against it.
You then decided, with the money you saved up that you would go and buy an android. You’ve seen some be used for nannies, caretakers, just workers every where. Unfortunately, since the company of the department you worked for didn’t want the model of the new android, you would have to get it with your own cash. To you it seemed right, you created the idea that this thing would work and you would get some days off.
Arriving at the place you noticed many of different models of androids.
“Hello ma’am, what can I get for you today?” The store lady gave a fake smile and you couldn’t tell if she was an android or a real human.
“Yeah, um, hi, I’m looking for a specific android that was made for my department-”
“Oh I’ll get you the exotic dancer android right now.”
“No, no, no,” you shook your head and hands. “I work at the police department. I’m here to buy and pick up the one that was made for us. Its sent from cyberlife?”
The lady nodded and typed some things in the computer. You handed her your hard working money and waited for the android. He walked out, so smoothly. He was a very handsome android. You hit yourself in the head for thinking that. The android walked up to you and with a serious face said, “hello my name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.” His face was so stoic, so empty.
You smiled and waved at him, “hello there Connor, my name is y/n. I’m the human that came out of my mother’s vagina. Now lets get to know each other.”
As you said that word Connor’s eyes flew open slowly until he had a shocked expression. It made you laugh to know that an android can think that way and have that expression. All he said was wow as he muttered next to you.
“So y/n, what is your status at the police department?” Connor asked as he walked by you as you walked out of the store.
“Oh me? I’m just a uniformed office, just a regular police gal. I already have the info that you are going to be partnered up with my friend Hank Anderson, he’s a detective. So you’ll have fun with that one.” You placed a hand on Connor’s back. Connor peered around and saw your hand. “Do you enjoy your job y/n?”
You went to a cart nearby and paid for a drink since it was hot outside, “oh well you know, its work. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for this job its just, sometimes work can be really stressful and time consuming. I just wish I had more freedom and not so much job.”
“Would you like me to discuss your situation with the head of the police department?” Connor asked so innocently. His brown, doe, plastic orbs staring right into your e/c ones.
You almost chocked on your drink, “no please don’t, I might get fired if you do. I don’t know when the day will come when I do speak out or I do something about it, huh maybe I never will.”
“If would be informative to the head of the police department if you were to say something. Also, I understand that there is a case you all are currently working on.”
You took a sip of your drink and paused, “yeah we do but how do you know about that?”
Connor tilts his head to one side, “all the information and data about past cases and present cases are stored within me. I now know much of what you all have worked on.”
“Wow, thats pretty cool actually.” It was weird, you were actually really enjoying talking to Connor. He was a robot, he was not real, he did not feel anything. Maybe thats why you liked talking to him so much, he didn’t put personal feelings or opinions in the conversation, no he just listened to you. You were starting to like Connor’s company more and more.
Suddenly, Connor did a trick with a coin.
“Okay, alright then.” You backed away, pretty impressed, “where did you learn that? Or was that in your data too?”
“Would you like to try?” Connor says giving you the coin.
“Oh I don’t know, I don’t think I’ll be good at it.” You tried to resist, feeling bashful.
“You will never know until you try, go ahead and give it a go.” As Connor passed the coin to you your hands touched. His skin felt almost like human skin, but it felt more plastic and more artificial, a little rubbery as well.
“Alright then,” you took the coin and Connor went right beside you. His body close to yours but it was odd. There was no body heat like normal, no body smell nothing just Connor. His lips were right by your ear. “You have to pay close attention to this.” (omg this so reminds me of when bryan taught jacksepticeye how to do it) “You have to try to get it between your fingers, so let me toss it to you.”
“Can I look down?”
“No.”
“Connor!”
Connor sighed, “fine you may, but just the first time.”
As Connor stood close to you he flicked to coin in your direction. You tried closing your fingers as fast as you could but the coin only hit a piece of your finger and fell to the floor.
“NAILED IT!” You joked as you danced at your failing victory.
For a minute you thought you saw Connor smile at your silliness. As you proceeded to walk you spotted a dog with his owner walking by.
“Awww look how cute he is,” you bent down and pet the dogs back. The dog barking and wagging his tail.
“I like dogs,” Connor says as he too bends down.
“Really? You too? I didn’t know you liked dogs, aren’t they the best?”
“They are perfect companions, like what folks say in this day and age, dogs are a mans best friend.”
You grinned, “they certainly are.”
After you two had your little fangirling moment with dogs you two went onto the police department. You two talked about everything and anything. This was going to be a new experience not just for you but for everyone you worked with, but you know somehow some way it would work itself out. Plus you thought Connor was great, and who knows maybe you and him could become closer in the future.
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lock, stock, and barrel
summary: your dog locks you out of your car. the locksmith who shows up to let her out? is kinda hot
pairings: scott lang x reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: you have a big dumbass dog (but a cute dumbass) and your dad is your wingman (and if you dont have a dad im ur dad now have you taken your meds today? wanna go fishing?)
a/n: this is based off of a tiktok i found, which you can watch here (x) nobody requested this but i love scott so much. big love.
A van pulls up to the house, and parks in front of the driveway. It’s repurposed, definitely, with the words “X-Con Security Consultants” lovingly (read: clumsily) painted (read: scrawled) onto the side.
“That’s Hank Pym’s kid,” your father says to your mother, and she scoffs.
“No he’s not, he's the intern boy,” she argues, but you don’t care who’s son he is or if he’s interning. He’s beautiful. He has a wide smile on his face as he makes his way from his sketchy van with a bag of tools in hand.
“Scott!” Your father greets, leaving your mother to grumble amongst herself about the man’s origins.
“Hey! Morning, sir!” Scott calls back, and your father gives him a firm handshake. Your father doesn’t notice the pain in Scott’s eyes when he does this, but you do, and you like him immediately for it.
Your father leads the conversation as he guides him over to your car, you shamefully stand by the passenger side, treats and toys in hand. You come around to greet them both.
“—it’s good for extra cash since our expertise is locks and security,” Scott finishes, and your dad listens with intense curiosity.
“Tell Pym I said hi,” he says, before noticing you.
“Ah, Scott, here’s the culprit,” he says, leading him over to you.
“Technically, Delilah is the culprit, dad,” you complain, and he scoffs a little.
“Who locked her in there?” he says playfully, and you gasp.
“She did!” you say, laughing, and there are smiles all around.
“Hi,” you say, introducing yourself, and Scott holds out a hand for you.
“I’m Scott,” he says, and you notice his hands are firm and soft, “I’m here to save your dog. And also your car.”
You smirk, “Thank you.”
You notice he smiles a lot, which is not something you mind. He places a small work bag down on the ground near your driver’s side. He bends his neck at awkward angles to try and make out where your buttons are through your tinted windows.
“Tell him what happened,” your dad encourages, crossing his arms with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face, though it doesn’t apply to this situation.
“I put her in my car to take her on a ride, and I was walking around the other side to get in, and she hit the lock button,” you say sheepishly, staring at Delilah.
Your father laughs and shakes his head, telling you to call him if you needed anything, returning inside to catch the rest of the baseball game for a team he couldn’t care less about.
“It happens to the best of us. She’s really cute,” he says encouragingly, and you smile, because she’s not the only cute one in your general vicinity.
“Hi Delilah!” He coos, and she barks at him.
“Delilah, no,” your mother scolds, and she stares at you from the passenger seat with her tongue out.
“Well, I see how it is,” he mutters, and you laugh. He looks back at you when you do and you notice the light on his hair and how he squints just a little bit when he smiles. He turns back to your car, and works a car door wedge into the window of the driver’s side door. His focus is intense.
“Where you guys headed?” He asks, budging the wedge in and turning a crank on the side.
“We were just going on a ride. I kinda wanted to take her to get Starbucks, but now I’m not sure she deserves it,” you say, crossing your arms, knowing full well Delilah would get her puppuccino anyway.
“Aw, of course she does,” he says, looking at her panting at him through the glass.
“Isn’t that right, Delilah?” He says. She pays no attention to him. But it’s okay. You’re paying enough attention for the both of you.
“She has beautiful eyes,” he muses, and you hum in agreement.
“You have really nice eyes too,” you compliment accidentally, and you can feel the heat on your face as you try to play it off.
“Thank you,” he says, and you note his smile in the reflection of your car window as he falters with the wedge and the crank.
“Can I get you something to drink?” you say, and he stops.
“Uh, sure,” he says. He kneels down in your driveway to look for something in the small bag of tools he brought with him.
“I think we have coke? And orange juice probably, unless you want like, a water or something,” you say, and he accepts the water offer.
You turn to leave, but your mom is already halfway in the house.
“I can go get it,” your mom says, throwing you a smile over her shoulder.
You’re stuck in an awkward silence for a few minutes as he wiggles and pushes and tinkers with wires through your window. He pulls out a malleable wire and shoves it through the window wedge. You watch him work, with precise hands and concentration plastered on his face. But soon enough, with persistence and skill, Scott unlocks your car from the inside, carefully removes the car door wedge, and subsequently frees your poor pooch from her automated prison.
He opens the door, and Delilah moves to the driver’s side to smell Scott. She jumps out of the car and starts sniffing around him, her leash hanging limply on the ground.
You retrieve it and let Delilah do her thing.
“Thank you so much,” you say, as he crouches down to say hello to your pup.
“Ah, it’s no problem,” he says, and begins speaking to Delilah in a baby voice, “especially when I meet cute puppies like you, yes I do, yes I do!”
Delilah is loving the attention, and she smiles as he pets her behind the ears. You give her butt a few taps and go to speak to Scott again, but your mom returns from the kitchen.
“I cut up some fruit for you guys,” she informs, like you two were best friends having a sleepover. She balances two cold bottles of water, and, sure enough, a plate of fruit she stole from a platter sitting in your fridge.
“Mom,” you whine a little, and your dad follows soon after, in pursuit of the fruit.
“I’m alright, ma’am. Thank you though.”
Your mom yells your dad’s name in the direction of the front door, clearly not seeing him behind her. He steals a chunk of fruit off the platter and complains, “I’m right here, woman,”
“Oh,” she says, laughing in your direction, before she informs him Scott had gotten Delilah out.
“Someone had to,” he grumbles, and he runs back inside to grab his wallet.
You watch as Scott stands and grabs his bag, smiling at Delilah and turning to return the stuff to his van. Delilah decides to follow him.
“Delilah, please,” you beg, and she stops pulling on her leash, sitting like a good girl. You watch as he puts some things in his truck, fiddling with something in there, before you realize you’re staring.
You open your driver’s side door, letting Delilah hop in that way instead, and climb in after her, bumping her off your seat. You stare at her intently. She smiles back, none the wiser.
“You, are going to be the death of me,” you assure her, and you're startled by a knock at your window.
You expect Scott, but it’s your dad. You roll down your window.
“I asked specifically for Scott,” he assures, and smiles at you.
“Dad,” you groan, head thumping your headrest. You sigh.
“Don’t be weird,” you plead, and he scoffs.
“When have I ever been weird?” He asks, followed by, “Don’t answer that.”
You absentmindedly pet Delilah.
“You want his number?” he asks, credit card in hand. You turn in your seat to look at Scott. He’s walking around to the other side of his van for something.
“Not from you!” you muse, and that’s all your dad has to hear, grinning in triumph.
“Dad!” you whisper harshly, “Don’t be weird!”
“I won’t!” he says, mocking your raspy whisper.
You watch in your rear-view mirror as your dad goes up to Scott and hands him his credit card. Some words are exchanged, and then your mother goes up to him too. You decide you can’t watch anymore, and you hide your face in Delilah’s fur.
“Delilah, what are we gonna do?” you say, and her ears perk up, because in her mind, you two are going to Starbucks for puppuccinos.
“Not that, Delilah. Scott is so cute,” you inform her. She already knows, her eyes tell you, and you look back over at them.
Scott is smiling at your car. He sees your face, and he waves, causing your parents to look over at you. You blush, and wave back at him. Your dad sends you a signal, but you don’t know what it means, and your mom’s exaggerated wink is overkill.
You sigh and check your phone. No alerts, alarms, or notifications to take your mind off of the situation.
You hear Scott’s truck start up, and he pulls away as easily as he pulled in, and that’s that. Just another candle in the wind, a cute guy you’d never see again. But apparently, your parents had other plans.
Pulling out of the Starbucks drive-thru, you pull into a parking spot to let Delilah enjoy her cup of whipped cream. You take a sip of your icy beverage, and you hear your phone ding. Checking your notifications, you realize it’s from an unknown number, and your heart jumps thinking who it could be.
Opening your phone, Delilah whines in anticipation for the whipped cream in the Starbucks cup in the holder.
“Hang on, ‘Lilah,” you say and you open your phone to read the message.
did delilah get her puppuccino?
You smile at the text, and move to take a picture while you let Delilah go to town on her treat. Your phone chimes again and you hold the cup with one hand, skillfully checking your messages with the other.
it’s scott by the way. didn’t know if you could tell.
You text back Delilah’s picture. You could tell it was Scott.
“Delilah,” you say, “thank you so much for locking my door. You’re such a good girl,”
She knows. She decides to accept her payment in puppuccinos from now on.
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