#man i wish for this aesthetic in my morning coffee
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Hard pill to swallow.
*pics above are from pinterest and are used for aesthetics only.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI!
Summary: Joel helps you fix your problem with swallowing pills.
Notes/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Soft!Joel vibes, lowkey daddy Joel vibes too, Joel being a teasing, filthy mouthed menace because I said so, mentions of pills (vitamins and hayfever), mentions of gagging/gag reflex, Joel lifts reader, but Joel is huge and hella strong so he can lift anyone, cumplay, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, praise/ nicknames, swearing, no y/n.
A/N: Disclosure, this is fully self indulgent and based on my struggle with swallowing pills and me wanting Joel Miller's dick in my mouth all waking hours. Was meant to post this before Valentines, but time got the best of me. But I suppose you can consider this my Valentines present from me to you, even though it's not related to valentines at all. I swear this is the second time that writing about my struggles in a fic with Joel, it’s pretty much solved them. He is truly that man. Quickly edited, as always, so sorry if there are any mistakes. Anyways, enough babbling, I hope y'all enjoy, and any interactions with posts are very much appreciated, and I love yall so much. Have a good day bebes. 🫶❤️
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You were embarrassed, to say the least, and annoyed and frustrated. For all of your life, you could never do that one thing that was a simple skill for most people, a simple and usually essential at that. You couldn't swallow pills for the life of you. Many frustrated mornings, well into your early adult years, were spent at the breakfast table with your parents, growing more and more impatient and irritated at your ‘talent’ for not being able to swallow pills no matter how hard you tried. And It's not like you didn't want to swallow pills. No, not at all.
In fact you wish you could, it would have made your life a hell of lot easier. You would take swallowing pills over having to grind up the assorted pills for hayfever and vitamins into your drink and being forced to intigest the horrible tasting yet beneficial substances, the ones that made your eyes water and your stomach gurgle with just how bad they tasted.
And trust me you had tried everything, sticking the pill right down your throat, damn near breaking your neck with the force you tilted your head back (to catch your gag reflex “off guard”) nearly watering boarding yourself a couple times, thinking the more water you swallow the easier right? You felt like the oblong white tablets were just ridiculing you at this point.
You had achieved so much in your life yet you were brought down by your inability to swallow a tiny little thing for your benefit. You had not managed to find a shortage of adults and family members alike telling you, “it's all in your head” and suggesting unwarranted advice. Advice you ended up trying over and over again, knowing it wouldn't work. “It's just like swallowing food” they would say. But you knew damn right it wasn't. I mean you couldn't even swallow gum, so how were you supposed to swallow this?!
Because of all these judgemental looks and passive aggressive comments when it came up in conversation that you couldn't swallow pills, you tended to avoid the topic of conversation completely. It wasn't till a handsome man named Joel Miller came into your life, did you finally manage feel comfortable and unjudged about your inability.
It had been a while that the two of you had been dating, nearly a year and you had never felt happier. Recently you had moved into his place and had just unfinished packing. It was a peaceful morning in Joel’s and now your own house, the morning sun shining down, warming up the frosted green grass as the birds chirps and, the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled your nostrils. The two of you sat opposite each other, drinking in the peaceful morning. This movie-like paradise was soon brought down in mood as you remembered it was time to take your daily vitamins and tablets.
You sighed, a frown growing on your face as you anticipated yet another painful morning attempting to swallow some tablets. Joel's face mimics yours when he looks over at you from across the breakfast table.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, concerned.
You sigh before explaining yourself.
“I just..I just suck at swallowing pills and I almost always end up having to crush them into a drink or whatever I'm eating and then it's disgusting. I know I'm an adult, I should be able to swallow them by now but I just can’t.”
You try to blink away the tears from frustration as you talk, not wanting Joel to see you get so upset over something so little and stupid.
He listens with a soft frown on his face and you half expect him to scoff at you and belittle you for not being able to do something so easy. Then he locks eyes with you and sees your watery eyes and instantly his face softens.
“Aww baby, come here.” He holds out his arms and you quickly get up walking round the table to straddle his lap, burying your face into his shoulder, seeking his warming embrace to comfort you. You look up at him, when you feel the tears aren't going to spill out.
“You're not making fun of me or think that I'm being a baby?”
He cups your face, forcing you to keep his warm gaze. “Now what would make you think that I thought that darling?” He questions.
You feel your throat constricting as you try to explain yourself, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.
“I don't know…I just thought maybe before… you were frowning cause you don’t believe me or something.” You softly respond, embarrassed over the state you're in all over some silly little pills.
“Sweetheart of course I believe ya. I was frowning cause I hate to see my girl upset and struggling, and I was trying to think of some way to help ya.”
You sigh with relief, before resting your head back on Joel's shoulder, you sit there holding each other for a while before you're interrupted by the soft rocking back and forth of Joel's chest as he tries to quietly chuckle underneath you.
“What’s so funny.” You ask, feeling a little irritated.
“Oh, nothing.” He responds, still with a wide grin.
“No, tell me.” You say, pouting.
He clears his throat and before he speaks in a dark tone, close to your ear sending shivers all throughout your body.
“Just thought of how good of a girl you are when you suck my dick, and how you don’t seem to have a problem swallowing my cum, do ya honey?”
Your eyes widen with the sudden lewd topic of conversation, your cheeks heat up and you lightly slap his chest.
“Joel!” you warn him, but you can't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up a little.
“That's different though.” You say quietly after a beat.
“Oh yeah? Why's that?” His eyes pierced through you, waiting for your answer.
You feel your cunt fluttering at his question, your panties dampening.
“Cause…cause I actually want to swallow your cum.” You softly admit.
He breathes in shakily as a growl-like sound softly rips through his chest. His head falls back and he slowly grinds up into your needy clothed cunt.
“My dirty little cum slut, aren't you baby?” He groans as he cups your face with his hand.
You nod and he puts his thumb on your bottom lip, slowly dragging it downwards. Your tongue shoots out to lick it before your head dips it to take it into your mouth. You start sucking on it, needily. Needing to have some part of Joel in you.
“Needy too, apparently. Just how I like ya.” He murmurs to mostly himself as he pushes his fingers in deeper and pushes down on your tongue.
Your cunt is throbbing now, but the only thing you can think of right now is taking Joel’s fat cock into your mouth. You try and tell Joel as his thick fingers are stuffed in your mouth, so it ends up coming out as a garbled mess.
“What was that baby?” Joel teases you.
“W-wanna sl-suck your c-cock d-Joel.”
“Can’t get enough of this fat dick down your throat can you sweetheart?” Joel growls as he removes his fingers.
You shake your head, your hands trailing over Joel's strong chest and biceps. You suck on the spot on his neck that drives him crazy, his hips start lightly thrusting up into you as a result. You grin devilishly, seeing and feeling Joel become a vulnerable mess, under your control is one of your favourite sights in the world.
You slowly make your way down Joel's body, feeling and touching on every part of him that you can, except where you and him both want too most. When your knees finally hit the floor, you look up at him with an innocent smile. Although Joel knows your the exact opposite, he can’t help his breath stuttering and his heart racing at the stunning sight below him.
You bite your lip as you look to Joel belt, his prominent bulge just below it, silently asking for permission. He nods, spreading his legs wider. You place your hands on his knees and slowly trace your hand over his legs up to his hips, your eyes switching between looking up at Joel and his bulge that has your mouth watering.
You unbuckle his belt, slowly, loving to tease him. But taking your time and going slow seems to make you more impatient than Joel himself, so you make quick work of unzipping his jeans and shucking them down his thick thighs, while your mouth waters. You swallow harshly, as you uncover Joel's thick and rock-hard package perfectly framed by his black boxers.
Reaching below his elastic waistband to pull out his cock, you find yourself transfixed once again by his beautiful cock, tip flush dark red, shaft slightly curling upwards as it heavily bobs, just begging to be sucked. Your tongue darts out to slicken your lips. Your hand carefully grasps his length, Joel softly gasps, before your thumb traces over his slit and the white drop of precum, oozing out of it.
You grin as you lower your head, placing a few teasing kisses around his head before you raise his cock up high enough that you can lick from between his balls all the way up to his slit. He shudders above you, his hand gently caressing your hair, grounding himself and connecting himself more to you, as if his dick in your mouth isn't enough.
You let your saliva gather to the front of your mouth before slightly parting your lips to let the warm glob drip onto his flesh. You see his thighs flex from the corner of your eye as your palm encases him, spreading your moisture all over the veiny muscle. Starting out with slow hard strokes, and building it up faster, your hand struggles to meet around his girth.
Your mouth finally latches onto his tip, tongue swirling around the bulbous head, making Joel groan deeply. You help unleash even more depraved sounds from deep in Joel's chest when your other hand reaches out to massage his hefty balls. All this encompassing stimulation has Joel racing towards the edge, his mouth spewing out dirty words and praises as he comes oh so close to his high.
“Ugh. Fuck yeah. Atta girl.”
“Just like that baby. F-fuck me that feels g-good.”
“Fuck… I love the feel of your hot, wet mouth on my cock.”
“Going to make my heart go out on me, with how fucking heavenly your making me feel, baby.”
He clenches the muscles in his body as he tries to starve off his release long as possible, needing to tell you something first.
“Sweetheart, look at me. I-I’m going to need you to hold all my cum in your mouth baby when I finish-h. C-can you do that for me s-sweet girl?” He chokes out.
You nod slightly and moan around him, before returning to bobbing wildly on his pulsing cock. Loving the salty, musky taste of him, your pussy clenches thinking about the even more salty and delicious load soon to be filling your mouth.
You take him as deep he will go, your eyes tearing up as your throat constricts around him. You feel his balls tighten under your hand and you let his cock out ever so slightly so only his tip is encased by your stretched lips.
And before you know it Joel’s coming, a long string of curse words and moans pouring out his mouth as he does so. Your hand continues to stroke him, milking him for all he's worth. Till he is hissing through his teeth, his now spent cock sensitive and raw.
The urge to swallow his spend is strong, but your need to listen to and please Joel stands stronger. You keep it all in your mouth, cheeks bulging out a little with how full they are.
Joel, still breathing heavily, bends over you so he can inspect your warming checks and watery eyes, you look completely wrecked and he loves it. He hums in delight seeing you patiently sitting beneath him waiting for his next instruction.
He reaches over the table to where you were sitting before leaning down closer to you again. His thumb and forefinger reaches out and takes a hold of your chin, tilting it a bit higher.
“Did so good for me sweet girl, but I need you to do one more thing for me, okay?” He whispers, his warm and inviting eyes making you melt further into the floor.
You nod in response, watching his other hand come down in front of your face, opening up to reveal your pills. He softly demands you to open your mouth, to which you oblige, before carefully placing the few pills into your cum filled mouth.
He tilts up chin so your mouth closes and seals your lips with his thumb, before moving his hand to the side of your jaw, rubbing soft circles over your cheekbone.
“Okay, I'm going to need you to be a good girl and swallow that for me.”
You give the best soft smile you can muster with a mouth full of cum before you begin to swallow Joel’s cum in small amounts, your eyes fluttering close in concentration.
“That's it…. Good girl. Swallow it all, baby. Don’t wanna waste a drop do ya now?” He encourages you, eyes transfixed to your throat swallowing all of his cum and the pills.
The pills going down so easily you didn't feel them shocks you, as you open your eyes to a smiling, starry-eyed Joel looking down at you softly. A wide smile mimicking his, spreads over your face, before you open your mouth to reveal it, now empty, to Joel.
He reaches down to pick you up from your armpits, placing you on his lap again. You giggle as he places lots of kisses all over your face and nuzzles his nose into yours.
“I’m so proud of you my sweet, darling girl. Did so good.”
“Thank you, Joel.” You coo back, sighing softly with relief and happiness over your achievement.
“Guess we know now how to get you to swallow your pills every morning, don't we baby?” Joel teases you, holding you close to his chest as he kisses your temple.
“Indeed we do.” You reply, giggling, before resting your head on Joel's warm and sturdy chest, basking in the love and warmth of your lover.
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Favorite Client | Nanami Kento
nanami kento x f!reader
Sypnosis: You fell in love with one of your customers but you don't know if he feels the same way.
Contents: Coffee Shop AU, fluff, Nanami is a nice bussiness man.
Word Count: 1509 words.
Author's Note: Ilhsm.
You opened your own cafe a couple months ago. On opening day, you were very nervous because you didn't know if your coffee or desserts would be enough to compete against the other popular cafes in Tokyo. The nervousness vanished when you met your favorite client.
There weren't many customers that first day. Some family members and friends came to support your business. Plus, some curious people who had seen the advertisement stopped by. The decoration was not the problem. It was granny's house themed. It was very cozy and aesthetically pleasing. “Don't worry, this is just the first day,” you thought.
One hour before closing, a tall, serious, blonde man entered the establishment. His wrinkled suit, slight bags under his eyes, and the way he loosely held his briefcase signaled that he had just gotten off work and was very tired. You had to make sure he felt relaxed in your cafe.
"Welcome, what can I offer you?" You said along with a corporate smile. The man pulled on the knot of his tie to loosen it as he closely inspected the menu.
“Give me a cappuccino with whole milk and…” His eyes scanned the bar until he reached the display with delicious and colorful desserts.
"They all look tasty, I don't know which one to pick," he said. You genuinely smiled when you heard that. It was the first compliment coming from a client.
"My favorite is the raspberry muffin. It's sweet but not too sweet. I know because I baked them," you explained proud of yourself.
"I'll trust you. A raspberry muffin, please," he asked politely.
"Your name, please?" you asked to complete his order. It took you a moment to realize that wasn't necessary because the place was empty. Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment.
"Nevermind, I don't think it's necessary," you said with a shy smile trying to hide your nervousness.
"Nanami," he told you his name before paying you. He might be tired but he wouldn't retaliate against a girl because of his problems at work.
"Your order will be ready in a minute, Nanami," you said happily thinking that he didn't notice your mishap. He did notice, he just decided not to say anything about it.
After that day, you started seeing him more often as the months went by. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, even sometimes on weekends. Even though you had your fill of customers, Nanami was definitely your favorite because he always made sure to order something different, which is unusual in other customers. Also, he always asked how your day was and left a good tip before leaving.
You hadn't had many opportunities to chat with him, but with every interaction you couldn't help but think about how attractive and sweet he was. Nanami could make you smile with his simple presence and make you sigh when he left the cafe. You wished you could get closer to him but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so you just admired him drinking his coffee and eating peacefully from the cash register.
You were closing up the shop at the end of a busy day when you heard someone try to force open the front door that you had already locked . It was Nanami. You quickly get to it to open it. To your surprise, he looked extremely exhausted, almost defeated. Your heart broke seeing him in that state for the first time.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was already 8," He apologized in a low voice while looking at his expensive watch.
"Please come in, Nanami. You are always invited here," you told him to encourage him to get in so you could treat him to a cup of coffee. He hesitated coming in thinking he would be abusing your kindness, but decided to let you treat him because you already opened the door for him.
You served him a cup of americano and a slice of carrot cake. You decided to take a seat with your respective cup as well since you weren't working now. This time you weren’t serving a customer, you were catching up with a friend.
"Are you okay?," you worried about his physical condition.
"I hate my job, I really hate it," he snorted before picking up his cup. Your great coffee really improved his day in ways you had no idea.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't tell you those things," He said, embarrassed for dumping his work problems on you.
"It’s okay, please treat me like a friend," you tried to calm him down.
"Complaining is a healthy habit. Sometimes you have to let out the negative in order to keep the positive," you explained, preparing yourself to be the ear Nanami needed in that moment of distress.
He started complaining about his job and his terrible new boss who kept harassing him with endless amounts of paperwork. Then, he complained about how expensive everything is and how horrible the rental system is in Japan because of the “key money” issue. Then he started complaining about his mother's ridiculous requests.
"I'm tired of the same bullshit. “Kento, you should settle down,” “Kento, there's a cute girl in my book club,” “Kento, this,” “Kento, that,” He commented, noticeably tired of the environment that surrounded him. You couldn't help but be surprised that he complained about him being single.
"Are you single?," you asked, still surprised. Then you realized that maybe you shouldn't have asked him that, since it could be a very personal topic.
"I mean, you are very handsome, have a good job and a nice personality. I didn't think you would have problems finding a partner," you explained why you asked. Nanami smiled when you called him handsome.
“Thanks. It's not that I can’t get dates. It’s because my work is eating me alive right now," he explained. You nodded understanding his complicated position.
"Besides, I'm interested in someone right now," he said with a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.
"Oh, really? I'm happy for you, Nanami! You always have good taste in desserts, you surely also have good taste in women," you said to lighten the conversation. You were happy for him, but inside you were jealous of that woman who had caught his attention. You wished you were her.
"I still don't know if this person has a partner though," he said unsure.
"Why don't you check her social media? Maybe you'll find your answer that way," you suggested before drinking your coffee.
"That's a good idea," Nanami took out his cell phone from his jacket.
"What is your Instagram account?" he asked you. You spit out the coffee the moment you realized what he was implying. Nanami had practically confessed to you.
He got to you quickly to help you clean yourself up when he noticed the reaction he had caused you. You started coughing because some of the coffee went to the opposite side of your throat. He quickly went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.
"I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have insinuated you that way," you shook your head once you stopped coughing.
"Don't apologize, I just didn't expect you would be attracted to me," you couldn’t grasp the idea of Nanami liking you back. You felt like you were dreaming.
"How can I not be attracted to you? You are the kindest, warmest and most beautiful girl I have ever met. From the moment I saw you, my heart felt that you should be mine," he finally confessed something he had been holding back for several months. Your heart skipped a beat with love and you felt your body getting warm by his kind words.
"I want you to be mine too," you sigh in love. You wanted to confess what you felt for him every time he walked through the door with his briefcase in hand, his blonde hair somewhat disheveled, and his elegant gray suit. You waited a really long time to tell him.
Nanami did not hesitate to make your wish come true. He gently took you by the chin to direct you to his lips. It started as a sweet and affectionate smooch to show each other the love that was long hidden in your hearts. Kiss by kiss, it turned into a passionate kiss.
Nanami was desperate to touch you and feel your body against his, but he didn't want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. Also, it didn't help that the cafe had a large window that exposed your first romantic act to the street. Nanami held back, but he was very happy to finally have you to himself.
Your hands traveled across his chest, making their way to his broad shoulders and down his back. His strong hands ran over your waist and back to bring you closer to him. Your bodies and minds were in perfect harmony. You were the ideal couple since that night. He loved you very much and you were not far behind.
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“Listen—“ Bradley squinted as he levelled with the two-year-old who sat in her high chair with her pouty bottom lip and watery eyelashes. Bradley swore he could get lost in the colours her eyes exhibited—slightly different shades of blues and greens and browns depending on what mood she was in.
Dot Dolan had been ripped away from her Christmas morning shenanigans playing with her abundance of new toys in favor of a quick breakfast. To you and Bradley this made perfect sense—for Dot? It was child cruelty.
“Nnoooooo—!” She cried as Bradley placed some cut up banana on her plate. Slicing the potassium rich fruit with a butter knife against the pad of his thumb. Rolling his eyes at the tantrum beginning before him. “Nooo—!!”
“Okay look, it just isn’t that deep alright?” Bradley chuckled as Dot tried to escape from her high chair, kicking her legs and crying her little heart out. She just wanted to play, he got it, after all it was Christmas morning. “Hey, okay now that's a little extreme don’t you think?”
“Wanna play! I wanna play Tooster I wanna play—!” She was getting outta hand. A little tornado erupting before him as banana chunks came flying at his face before falling to the floor. But Rooster was calm, cool and collected as he picked the chunks up and looked your daughter in her heterochromia ass having eyes and made a square deal. One that to him seemed a two year old would agree on.
“This isn’t up for debate Dot, I’ll eat my pancakes and you eat yours, mums gotta have a shower and when she comes back she’ll expect us to both be finished.” Sipping on the coffee he’d poured himself far too long ago for it to be enjoyable—Bradley broke apart the freshly cooked pancake just enough so Dot could use her fingers to pick up the pieces. “I’m sure if you eat all your breakfast like the good girl I know you are, mum will let you take one of your toys to lunch? Sound fair?”
Dot looks at Rooster who’s looking at her. Did he just unintentionally enter a staring competition with a two year old? He isn’t sure—but to his surprise she nods softly and picks up a piece of cut up pancake while she dries her crocodile tears.
“Otay Tooster—“ She got her way. Kinda.
“Atta girl.” Before Bradley could sit back and enjoy his own stack of pancakes, his phone is sounding off on the kitchen bench. Jake's name appears along with the stupid icon of his. Bradley doesn’t hesitate, knowing it was probably just a checkin call and well wishes for the holidays.
“Hey man, Merry Christmas!” Rooster beams through the phone. “How’s Austin?”
“How serious are you about Y/n?” Jake avoids the seasonal question and jumps right into the reason he was calling. Hiding from the rest of his family in his childhood bedroom contemplating jumping on the next available flight back to California. “I know I’ve been messing around and egging you on but I need to know how serious you are about her.”
“Is everything alri—“ Jake isn’t playing games anymore. He’s panicked and can’t stop thinking about the worst possible outcome. He needs to get back to you as soon as he can, even sooner if Bradley wasn’t all in.
“Just answer the fucking question Bradshaw!” Bradley here’s the way Jake's voice breaks on the other side of his phone. Something is wrong. “I don’t wanna ask you to help if you aren’t one hundred percent in this for her and Dot, I’m done messing around man—do you love her or not?”
Rooster knows something serious must have happened, he’d never heard Jake sound so agitated and serious before. But when it was about you and Dot he’d put himself on the line. He’d risk it all, but if Bradley wasn’t in this he needed to leave now and cut the crap before he got too involved. Too invested.
“I do yeah—yeah I’m as serious as I’ve ever been about anything ever, why? What’s going on?” Jake doesn’t answer right away because he’s holding back his own tears. He hates he’s this far away when you unknowingly need him to be there. “Jake? Hey man you gonna tell me what this is all about or?”
“Jaidyn transferred to North Island—“ Bradley’s eyes fall to the little girl sitting next to him in her high chair. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to protect her. “Penny text me yesterday but I didn’t see it till after ma mentioned she’s run into the fucker at the store.” Bradley still hadn’t responded, he was too busy listening and watching Dot eat her breakfast. “I already called Penny, we don’t think Y/n should find out on Christmas that he’s found her.”
“I didn’t know he was in the Navy?” Is the only thing Bradley musters up. His head is running through a million scenarios. All ending with you leaving.
“We went through the academy together, high school even, I just never thought he’d be stupid enough to pull a stunt like this.” Jake mentioned only briefly, knowing when he got home he’d have more time to explain the ins and outs. “He’s a fighter pilot, dunno what he’s doing here but if you run into a guy with the call sign Zeus don’t engage.”
“Zeus?” Bradley scoffed as he ate one of the banana rounds he knew Dot wasn’t going to finish. “As in the god?”
“As in Zero Effort Unless Supervised.” Jake explained. “He’s had the nickname since before the academy.”
“Do you reckon he knows she's here? Or if it’s just a really fucked up coincidence?” Bradley could hear the water shutting off from upstairs, you wouldn’t be long now.
“He knows, he fucking knows she’s there he has to know.” Jake sighs through the speaker. Kicking the stump of his childhood bed frame in anger. “I need to know if you’re in this man, she’s gonna wanna run again—I’ve got Mav on it but he can’t promise anything will come of it.”
“I’m in, always Jake—come on bro you know me.” Rooster knew Jake was only doing his best from where he was. It was hard for him to accept he hadn’t done enough to protect you the first time but he just didn’t know how bad it was. How bad it got before you finally ran. And here he was again, unable to protect you.
“Rooster—“ Jake's voice was stone cold as it came through the phone. “He won’t hesitate to kill her if given an opportunity.” Bradley couldn’t breathe, he could hear you walking around upstairs, getting ready for Christmas lunch. “He almost did, far too many times and the last time he damn well almost did.”
“Got it, I won't leave her side, I’ve got her Jake—“
“And don’t stay a thing until I get back.” Jake made sure to remind Bradley who sat stone cold at the dining table in his best friend's home. “If at the very least she deserves a good Christmas for once in her life.”
“She deserves the whole world bro, the whole damn world.”
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“Oh look at this.” Pete Mitchell had never seen a more wholesome site in his whole life. You and Braldey had just pulled up in the driveway of Pennys humble abode. Dot on Bradleys hip where she could be found most days when she wasn't in the mood to walk. Little lazy ass. It reminded him of Goose and the way Bradley would cling to his side at Dot's age. “That’s awesome Rooster–it actually looks like it fits too.”
“It's so cute isn't it.” You beamed as you carried the bag full of gifts you'd gotten for Bradley’s extended family. All neatly wrapped because you just so happened to have an excerpt teacher in all things gift wrapping. “Although I don't necessarily think it's foreshadowing her future career–but I'll allow it for now.” Odette was wearing her new flight suit, a small pair of Naval Aviator glasses to match adorned her face, her cheeky smile just made your heart melt as Rooster placed her down near the front door before she took off running inside. “I'd rather my daughter not risk her life for the thrill of it.”
“Get away, flying a jet is the most fun you can have with your pants on.” Bradley remarked as he took the bag of gifts from your hand before placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “You ready to get your not so traditional Christmas feast on Fix it Felix?” You had gotten your name sake from the movie wreck it Ralph. That stupid little cartoon fucker Felix reminded one of your old co-workers of your inability to just go with the flow. You always needed everything to be perfect and accurate. Get the job done once and right. If someone went off the books about anything you used to lose your shit. It was your head on the chopping block if something went wrong and the guys at your old posting never let you rest.
It was your way of trying to remain in control of something, anything. At home you were anything but. At work at least you could pretend to have your shit together.
“So ready, I'm starving.” Bradley had stuck to his word. He never mentioned the phone call with Jake this morning. Although you did mention he looked like he’d seen a ghost with how pale he’d gone when you came downstairs. “I should have worn sweatpants, I feel like I'm gonna pop out of my jeans already.”
Pete welcomed you with a warm embrace as did Penny before they both turned their attention to Rooster briefly as you tracked down your daughter. In the living room with Amelia.
“You didn't say anything did you?” Penny asked with a little more seriousness in her tone than Rooster was used to. It was rather jarring if he was being honest. “Jake said he’d spoken to you–”
“Called me this morning.” Rooster interrupted as he pulled her in for a hug, kissing the top of Pennys forehead as he did. A mother figure he’d craved since his mother left earth side to be with his dad. “What the fuck–I can’t wrap my head around it.”
“I'm gonna talk to the Admirals on Monday but I don't know how much that’ll do.” Mav explained as Rooster took his uncle in for a hug. “For now we keep it quiet, keep an eye on her and just play it off like everythings as normal for her as it can be.”
Mav spoke sense—for once Bradley thought. He wasn’t about to be the one to ruin Christmas for you. He didn’t wanna be the one who told you your ex was in town either. He thought it would be smart to leave that conversation for Jake when he got back. You two had a far greater history that Bradley wasn’t even sure he was even able to register the expanse of.
If anything, lunch was bliss. Penny had cooked the most delectable glazed ham Bradley had ever tasted. Pete had made something called a Pavlova—it quickly became your ranking number one dessert and every single one of you indulged in so much food it had you all sitting at the table with a stomach ache. But it was worth it. Oh so worth it.
“How's house hunting going?” Penny asked from across the table as she played with the last few mouthfuls of the pasta salad remaining on her plate. “Anything yet?”
“Not for staff housing no—but I mentioned to Jake that I might look at a private rental closer to town. Won’t be as convenient as something the Navy owns but still—he needs his own space back.” You explained softly, Bradley had been leaning back on his chair—arm around the back of yours as he sipped his iced tea, the designated driver of the evening. “He says it all the time that he doesn’t mind but I can’t help but to think I’m imposing, especially when he wants to bring his latest conquest home and he’s gotta maneuver around all Odettes stuff.” It was the gentle sounds of laughter that warmed your heart the most, this was what you’d missed out on growing up. The family affairs that just seemed so perfect and unattainable.
“Did I even mention Hangman through me out of the Hard Deck once?” Mav was smirking as he took a sip of his beer and leaned closer. “Tossed me straight out on my ass—“
“You couldn’t pay your tan old man, what else was there to do?” Penny cooed as she looked at her Fiancé, beaming with so much love and admiration for the man beside her. If she looked closely, Bradley mimicked the way she looked at Maverick, only he was looking at you. “You guys wanna take some leftovers from home?”
“Little bit of everything Pen, if that’s okay?” Bradley answered before you had a chance to politely decline the offer. He knew you’d say no. Never one to want to impose or feel like a burden. “Foods too good to go to waste.”
“So what’s on for the evening guys?” Maverick asked as he helped Penny clear the table, you thought now would be the most appropriate time to start the process of cleaning Odette up from her wild time. She had food all over her face, in her hair, on her clothes and mushed between her fingers.
“Nice one baby—did you actually eat anything or just played with everything?” You mumbled as Bradley chuckled.
“Got an invite for a few beers over at Fanboys place later on in the afternoon but I dunno if we’ll go. Might even just head home?” Rooster was talking to Pete but at the same time he was asking what you wanted to do. His fingers melding into your shoulder as you cleaned up Dot who you’d moved into your lap.
“Whatever you wanna do Roo—“ It was just so easy with Rooster. “Dot needs a few hours to sleep though so maybe we just take it easy for a few and then call round to Mickeys?” For a few hours there—Bradley had even forgotten about the ever pressing matter that your Ex was in town. “Or if you just wanna pop around I don’t mind.” But at your casual mention of maybe not going, Rooster tensed slightly, you’d felt it briefly before he was shifting in his seat and clearing his throat.
“If you don’t wanna go we don’t have to go—but we’ll either go together or stay home together.” Was all Bradley said before he was leaning in to kiss your temple. You hadn’t put a defining label on what you were—all you knew at this point was that you liked Bradley Bradshaw enough to let him into your life and he seemed to reciprocate the feelings you gave him. Which was an odd sentiment to think about—love had never been easy for you, hell you didn’t even know if you’d ever really been in love before. But there was something so easy about Rooster. There weren't enough terms of endearment in the dictionary to describe him accurately. “Also your daughter is a con artist, she’ll probably pretend to sleep and stay up planning my downfall or something.”
“You’re just upset she got her way this morning—don’t give into the tears, Bradshaw, she knows you cave easily.” You couldn’t help but to bounce Dot on your knee a few times as she played with the doll she got from Santa. The toy she’d selected to bring to lunch. The toy Rooster had said you’d let her bring if she stopped crying and ate her breakfast. “Don’t you little miss? You’ve got Rooster wrapped around your little finger don’t you?” You cuddled into Dot as she giggled and squirmed.
“She’s not the only one.” Mav smirked as he thumped Bradley on the back of the head. “I confiscated his phone the other week and you wanna know what he was looking up?” Pete asked as he stopped and turned his attention your way. Pointing the knife he held in his hand at you to emphasise just how much Bradley Bradshaw was down bad for you. “He was looking up if Broncos were safe for toddlers—“ Oh. Now that was precious.
“I was just doing my research!” A gentle hue of bright pink flushed Rooster's cheeks as he hid his face in your shoulder.
“On my time!” Mav laughed. “Never seen him so distracted before a run—boy can’t even fly straight on a good day, now he’s too busy researching car seats that fit a bloody Bronco to focus on the parameters being set.”
“Okay, do I need to remind you who saved your museum piece having ass a few months ago?” Bradley was quick to fire back as embarrassment riddled his veins. “Or do you wanna shit on me some more?”
“Well if you’ve offering.”
“Pete, enough—“ Penny broke off the not so serious fight Maverick and Rooster were messing around with. “Leave the boy alone, he’s got his priorities—at least it didn’t take him a million years to figure them out.” Your eyes grew wide as you tried to hide your smirk. Bradley didn’t try for a moment to mask the laugh that rumbled in his chest. His smile true and as authentic as ever. “Cut the shit will ya?”
“We better get going.” You sighed when Penny handed you a whole bag full of Tupperware containing all sorts of leftovers that would feed you for days. “Thank You so much for this Pen, you don’t know how much I appreciate it—never had a Christmas so perfect.”
“You are always welcome here dear, as is Dot.” Penny beamed as you stood and gave her a hug. It wasn’t long after that that you and Bradley were saying your festive goodbyes in the drive.
“When’s Hangman due back?” Mav asked, having pulled Bradley to the side as you clipped Dot into her car seat. Jake's car the vehicle of choice. It was just easier to take his than to fiddle around with removing and refitting the car seat. Although Rooster kicked up a hissy about it.
“Not till Thursday, but he said he might come home earlier since things have changed, I’m just gonna make up an excuse or six to hang around—don’t wanna leave her at home alone.”
“Good, good strategy.” You turned around just as Oete was bringing Bradley in for one final hug. “Protect your family, nothing is more important.” He whispered and that stuck. You were Bradley’s entire world now, you and your little girl. You were his family.
And he’d lay his life on the line for you if he had to.
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“Good Charlotte, really?” Bradley scrunched his nose as the beginning beats of Good Charlottes ‘Like Its Her Birthday’ played through the Bluetooth from your phone. “Y/n—seriously surely there’s a better song.”
“Nope!” You beamed as you turned the sound up, stopped at the T-intersection red light just a few short minutes from the turn off to Jakes street. “It’s now a classic—“ Humming along as you turned to see if Dot had conked out yet, she had. “She looks like she had a good day.”
“If I were her I’d say absolutely.” Rooster settled his foot on the break a little heavier, not wanting to move an inch as he turned his attention towards you for a brief moment. “Hopefully she remembers even just a little bit of it.”
“I don’t think she will, more for me though, at least I’ll remember it.” You couldn’t really remember a moment where you’d been so content before. You had your daughter who was just so perfect, you felt safe and able to be yourself after so long of just surviving. You had Bradley and Jake and all these beautiful people around you, finally. You felt home.
“Hey–” Reaching out for the volume button you turned it down before settling back into your seat. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“What's on your mind Fe.” You still hadnt quite gotten used to the fact Bradley wanted to know what you were thinking, how you felt. Those two things were never something that ever seemed like a priority in your last relationship.
“What are we?” It wasn't that Bradley was taken aback by the question in and of itself. No. He was just taken aback at how quickly and how softly and under your breath you said it. Like you were afraid to ask in case his reaction and answer was anything less than what you had hoped it would be. “I only ask because I wanna make sure I'm not reading into anything wrong, we just haven't laid out what we are to each other and I dunno–I don't wanna misinterpret anything.” There was a second of silence that filled the car and for just a millisecond you felt yourself drowning in it before Bradley shook his head and laughed softly. Not at you, but at himself. “What's so funny?”
“You want the truth?” He questioned as you nodded, although you weren't too sure if you really did want to know. What if Rooster was about to say he’d changed his mind. That he wasn't all in. that you weren't good enough or worth the risk. That as it turns out you were exactly what you said you were, a broken shell of a woman who was only just starting to see the glimpse of a light after being battered and beaten for years. That you, funnily enough–weren't actually worth Bradley Bradshaw's time after all.
“I'd appreciate it, all the cards on the table.” Again, the silence was so heavy it felt like the weight of the world had settled on your shoulders. Bradley was the first man you'd ever given the time of day to besides your ex. Maybe you had rushed things, pushed too soon. Fallen too hard too fast and it was all about the blow up in your face like you knew it eventually would.
Chuckling softly, Bradley shook his head as he groaned out a sigh, not in frustration or resentment. But in the softest of ways because he should have made it clear as day so much sooner. He shouldn't have let you get to a point where you had to ask what you were.
“Well alright then.” He began, still parked at the lights. “I've never been so unconditionally in love before.” Wait, what? Were you hearing this correctly? “The day I met you? When you told me to fuck off because I was being too loud and you were trying to sleep, thats when I knew I wanted you in my life.” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. “Which probably makes it sound like I have a beratement fetish, which just isn't true, but I just wanted to get to know you and when you started letting me in I started to see just the most amazing woman.”
“Rooster–”
“Oh no, no I'm not finished sweetheart.” You felt the heat rising in your cheeks at the term of endearment that so easily slipped past Bradley’s lips. “I can't get enough of you and all the weird shit you do, from the way you harass everyone about their upcoming services to the way you always move those goddamn shower heads in the changing room so that your hair doesn't get wet if it's not a wash day.” You couldn't breathe, did Bradley really notice the small things like that.
“I wouldn't have to harass you all if you'd just follow the service roster properly.” Mumbling under your breath you smirked wildly, so in love.
“And then there's Odette–” Oh. This was where the Penny dropped wasn't it. Bradley didn't want a kid that wasn't his–he was gonna say something like he’d date you if you were a mum wasn't he? That he didn't want the package deal. “And she is just the most amazing little girl Y/n, you don't know what I'd do to protect her if I had to.” Oh, yep. No that got you far too good. You hadn’t noticed you were crying until Bradley reached over to cup your cheeks in his hands, wiping the tears that fell freeling with the pads of his thumbs before he leaned in to kiss you through a sob that tried to escape.
“I've never loved two people more in my entire life the way I love you and your daughter Y/n, so hear me know when I say–come heaven or hell I am in your corner and I am all in and I don't know what you're comfortable labelling what I am to you and Dot but I'm here and I'm obsessed with you and if you let me I’d never leave your side.” Bradley was pouring his entire heart out so much so he hadn’t noticed the light turn green until the car behind him was honking at him to move. “Shit.” He pulled away and took his foot off the brake, accelerating so he wasn't holding up traffic any more than he already had been. “You don't have you answer me right now, I know you've been through alot and still haven’t told me everything but god I’m in love with you Y/n, to the point where I know if Jake didn't tell me how stupid I am every day I would've asked you to marry me by now.”
“Are you serious?”
“Where in that declaration of admiration did I stutter dear.” Bradley beamed as you sat next to him, soaking it all in with a smile so bright he’d never seen heaven open its gates in the form of a smile before. “You’re all I want, your daughter too–I don't think I could ever not love you both now that I've met you.”
“I want to say it back.”
“No– no you don't have to, and believe me I won’t ever expect you to but–” Rooster caught the sight of something that shouldn't have been coming his way in his peripheral vision. “FUCK!!” He shouted as he saw the car coming at the driver’s side, reaching out to throw his arm across your chest at the collision. Jolting you both as the car spun out in the middle of the intersection.
He had the right of way—he followed the rules, wasn’t reckless because he had such pressure cargo. But here he was. A bloodied nose with a horn that wouldn’t shut up from the airbags that had been deployed.
“Y/n?” Bradley crocked out as he came to, not sure if he was out cold for two seconds, two minutes or two hours, but the sound of Dot screaming in the back seat had his heart lurching out of his chest. “Hey, shhh—you’re alright sweetheart, it’s okay.” Bradley smiled as he turned to see if Odette was still in her seat. She was. From what he could tell? She was unscathed, just shaken. “Y/n, baby you with me?” He groaned as the seatbelt crushed his ribs. It had done its job a little too well if you asked him.
“Mmmhmm—“ You groaned as you slowly sat up, your head in the mess of a deflated airbag. Nose bloodied like Bradley’s. “What the hell happened?” You asked dazed before you heard Dot screaming again. “Oh baby, no no mammas here, don't cry, S’okay yeah, we’re all okay, aren't we Roo?” You asked, tears in your eyes as Bradley nodded. He was good. “I'm coming okay, it's alright, you're okay.” Odette was inconsolable as she screamed out for you, crying her heart out from her spot behind Braldey. Fuck if that car had hit you any further up the side panel theres no telling what could of happened.
“Don’t move, what if you’ve got a spinal inju—“ It came out of nowhere, but it had sent you against the window at a speed that probably wasn’t too good.
“My daughter is more important.” You snapped before Rooster could finish his sentence. It wasn’t a conversation you were going to have. You needed to get to your daughter, unclipping your belt, opening your car door, taking a few short steps around the hood of the car before whoever had so stupidly hit you was getting out of theirs.
“I’m so sorry—“ He began apologising as you focused on getting to Dot. “I wasn’t watching and—Y/n?” You knew that voice, that tone. Stopping in your tracks you met his eyes. The man who stood before knew in that moment he still held so much power over you because for a split second you stumbled. Catching yourself as panic rose in your chest. “Found you baby, I’m so happy I finally found you.”
“Jaidyn—“
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | 𝟑𝟎-𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄
SUMMARY | Tyler has had a rough week while working at the always-busy Weathervane, but when Friday comes around and the cafe is not as busy, nothing still seems to be going his way. That is until he discovers a lone, young girl reading cross-legged in a booth.
[AU] reimagined version of when Wednesday & Tyler first met
𝗽.𝘀. | like my day 1, this took me all day to write & because I have to be up tomorrow at 6:00am (& it's currently 11:51pm right now) I don't have time to read over this for any grammar mistakes, dialogue errors, etc. so please excuse any if you find some! ♡
The end of the week finally came after various long days of constant hustle and bustle at the Weathervane. Given that it was the day after the national holiday, Thanksgiving, the town was now occupied with the Black Friday sales going on in the shopping industry. Between that and the rainy weather, the caf�� was, oddly enough, relieved of its popularity for the day.
Which was the one thing in Tyler Galpin’s favor today.
“There,” grunted a dark-haired employee and stepped back from the espresso machine. “All fixed.”
On his right, Tyler nodded as a sliver of incompetence stung his spine. “Thanks, Eric.” He always had trouble with that damned machine, and it was always someone else who had to come to the rescue. It could never be him. He was already in competition with Eric Mulligan when it came to being helpful around the shop. It seemed to be his only luck.
“Don’t sweat it, man.” Mulligan patted his co-worker’s shoulder before taking his leave. “It’s no problem.”
The other just gave him a passing smile and sighed when he was out of earshot. At least, there was not a never-ending line impatiently waiting on him to “do his job right.” That was one of his biggest pet-peeves, but, again, that was just his luck as a part-time barista. He could handle it most of the time, but this week had pushed his limits and turned out to be a real bummer.
And while this Friday morning brought less patrons in, he was still hounded with the thought of being seen as the kid who was known for nothing but making a mean cup of coffee. At least, that was one thing he did have on his side. What would have made it a little bit better was if the clouds gave up their reign for the sun to shine down – even a single ray would suffice.
But with the way things were going, he doubted it would happen.
Shaking himself from his daunting thoughts, he quickly resumed his work – completing orders for a few awaiting customers so they could go about their day enjoying the crisp, autumn weather.
“Have a good day,” he wished to his last buyer and leaned his palms against the counter to support his weight. He found himself in a quick trace while watching Eric restock the bakery display case under the counter, before a car honk had him turning his head. But when he looked towards the stretch of windows, he was captured by a new sight – a new face – alone in a booth. He had not realized that someone else had come into the shop thanks to all of the chaos happening with the appliances. But despite her being a new customer, he was struck in a different sense.
Cross-legged at the table with a book in hand, the young girl’s dark aesthetic was pronounced against the light color scheme decorating the Weathervane. Her black eyes were comparable to onyx gems as they followed her volume’s print, matching the polish painting her fingernails. Her wispy bangs complimented her long, ebony hair braided in two which blended in and out of her dress – a white collared and cuffed fit, dotted with a white flower pattern. As a matter of fact, it looked as if she was embodied in a black and white film… well, all except her magenta-tinted lips that were lined and sealed by with charm.
She was striking, foreign, and rare. But most of all, beautiful like he had never seen.
He did not know what possessed him to be attracted to such a girl, but the peculiar hold she had on him put his feet in motion as he rounded to counter to approach the occupied booth.
He was nervous yet calm at the same time. Awkward yet collected. Daring yet hesitant. It was such a weird concoction of emotions he was experiencing, and if anyone gave him the chance to explain it, he would not even know where to begin.
So, he started with a simple question. “Would you like something to drink?”
He was right. She picked up her gaze from her book and one-of-a-kind orbs shocked him with unrecognized beauty.
“I-it would be on the house,” he suddenly added, finally finding his anxiety surging about his brain.
She maintained an unfazed expression. “Do you offer free coffee to every stranger who comes in here? Or is it just the ones you want something in exchange from?”
“N-no, no, not at all,” he defended himself, putting up his hand in a small wave. “I just thought it would be nice, and the business isn’t that chaotic as usual so…” He shrugged with a slight smirk. “What’s the harm in giving away a free cup?”
The young girl studied Galpin for a moment. It was not a normal thing for a stranger like himself to come up and speak to her so… casually. Most people tried to avoid her, let alone keep their distance. She was looked upon as a misfit and a freak or, in common terms, an outcast. No one ever really wanted anything to do with her, so why in the hell was he approaching her like she was a normal girl?
After thinking it over, she twisted her neck more, turning her face slightly more towards him. “Make it a quad over ice.”
She was quite the upfront and bold type. “One quad over ice coming right up,” Tyler nodded and carried out the order, establishing a new high score on his time record of brewing.
“Here you go.” He put the glass on the table and watched her pull it near her a little more but then left it alone.
“Thank you.”
“Of course,” he replied, feeling a warm boost of pride tingle in his chest. “So…” he then dragged out. “What are you reading?” Of course, he had seen the cover of the volume, but he had to initiate conversation somehow.
“A narrative poem by Edgar Allen Poe,” the dark-eyed adolescent responded, keeping her answers short as she always did.
The other narrowed his orbs to act as if it was his first time catching a glimpse at the title. “The Raven?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Judging on her overall aura, he was a dare devil to ask the next question. “Is it interesting at all?” Her return had him shocked… yet oddly intrigued.
“A devastated man, who has lost his wife, is manipulated into insanity by a talking raven giving him a reality check.” She took the time to pass him her pale face once more. “I’ve never read anything more enthralling.”
The barista just nodded again, hiding his surprise with the same leveled voice. “Yeah, I bet. Sounds very interesting.” He wanted to find something else to speak of, though nothing came to mind. But as fast as it felt like this all happened, it seemed to end just as quick.
A knock at the window made the two of them look over to find a young boy wearing attire of the same color palette as the girl’s clothing. His hands cupped his eyes and he spoke through the glass.
“Come on, Wednesday! We gotta go!”
‘Wednesday…’ repeated Galpin in his head after figuring that the boy was her brother. Her name was just as unique as everything else about her.
Meanwhile, the brother’s sibling turned away from the window and expressed an irked, nasal sigh before closing her book. But before she could up and leave, she was stopped by Tyler.
“Wait, let me put this in a to-go cup,” he proposed, picking up the untouched glass leaving a watered ring on the tabletop. He did not give her a chance to refuse, but he was thankful when she stayed to be given her free quad.
As he released a well-needed sigh, she took the cup from him. “Thank you… again.”
“No problem. And, hey, if you ever need a quiet place to read another Edgar Allen Poe narrative poem,” he paused when she tilted her head slightly before causally finishing. “Saturdays are the least busy here.”
Not giving too much of a reaction, Wednesday simply dipped her head in understanding and turned to leave when Galpin’s voice pressed her to stop.
“I’m Tyler, by the way.”
A moment of silence took its time between them until he bided her farewell. “I guess I might see you around, again… Wednesday.”
This time, she dropped her gaze to the floor as if she was unsure if his statement would be proven true. But then she met his gaze again and found that his eyes were the greenest shade she had ever seen in someone’s eyes. “Maybe.”
And then she left. Out the door, down the street, and out of his sight.
For some reason, his heart was pounding, and his mind was racing. But it was not because he was at war with himself for being so cringeworthy. It was because he was in love. He had just met the most mysterious yet fascinating girl he had ever laid eyes on. And there was a chance he would see her again, get to know her more, and, possibly, develop a friendship with her. It was a slight chance and far-fetched. But it was still there, and he could bet on it.
A smile pulled at his lips as he looked around the café. Raindrops began to sprinkle the streets outside while pedestrians began pulling out their umbrellas.
Yes, this week sucked, and he was even burdened with misfortune on the one day the crowds had died down at the Weathervane. But something did come out of it.
He got his ray of sunlight he had been hoping for all week long.
Even if she was the complete opposite of sunshine on a rainy day.
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Sugar & Spice: Part 9
‘Brussels and bagels’ the tag line stared back at you, the handmade and fresh bagel trapped between your bottom lips as you obscured your face from view again, dressed in a simple pair of tight-fitting jeans that hugged your hips and emphasized your curves, instead of your usual choice of delicate lace or pleated skirts. It was warranted given the weather of the morning, and the jaunt you had taken with Ari down to a café nearby.
It was colder than you anticipated and yet you were able to stick to the aesthetic you loved to wear and be warmed in Ari’s gift, the double-breasted coat opened to reveal your lilac-coloured cable-knit sweater beneath. The combination was warm and endearingly soft, akin to your favourite style and in tune with who you wanted to be, the perfect display of what you wanted and what you loved.
‘You’re in Brussels?’ a comment had popped up on the posts you made, the image of you and your bagel, the background captured was the beauty of the country you were in.
‘Brussels for the weekend.’ You replied and then locked your phone, slipping it back into your pocket as Ari had left the café you were in moments before, coffee for the two of you and his own wrapped pastry.
“Thank you, Ari.” You hummed and grasped the cup with your free hand, inhaling the sweet combination of vanilla and spice, your chai tea latte with a dash of sweet was perfect and usual.
“You made a post?” Ari handed you the cup that was yours as he stepped in line with you, the path back to the hotel was short and shouldn’t have taken long, yet you and Ari were taking your time as you walked.
“I made a short one, I think a lot of my followers are going to be confused by the sudden jump to Brussels.” You walked in tune with him, no real rush back to the hotel this morning. There was a designated appointment for you to head to the spa, and Ari had meetings later that would take up most of the time you were away anyway.
You hadn’t known what he had planned for the rest of the day after, or what he wanted to do after you were done with the spa package he had arranged for you. You weren’t even aware of what he had booked for you, but you had been promised by Ari after he had woken you up with his lips slated against yours that it would be relaxing and would garnish beautiful views of the city.
“Do you enjoy it, sweetheart?” Ari had slipped his hand in with yours, his fingers entwining as you walked together down the street back to the hotel.
Ari was breathtaking, every aspect of the man had stolen your breath when you happened to look upon him. It was his beauty and stature as a man who was so physically imposing that had unlocked such innate and intense want.
You had never come across a man who was so beautiful and imposing, a man who had oozed sexual appeal without ever needing to try. Ari Levinson was brilliant, a man who had become a millionaire and CEO of a company that was steadily growing in profits. He was an international success who hadn’t let the wealth and the power he had among others influence his ability to be a decent human being.
“I do,” you felt heat course through you, stemming from the way Ari looked at you and had managed to finally pull yourself together to answer, “I love it. I love having a vlog and being able to share the kind of person I wish I could be every day, with other people.”
“Would you like to do it full time?” Ari was proposing what you had always wanted, alluding to him relieving any financial burdens to allow you to focus solely on school and being an influencer.
It’s what you had always wanted to do, to travel the world and become a blogger or a vlogger, to be able to experience the world and share it with others. It was your passion, it was your dream to be able to travel full time and capture your experiences to relive over and over again. It was all you had wanted, it was all you ever wanted.
“Yes,” you exhaled slowly as if this great weight was lifted off your shoulders even if it was nothing to be anxious about, it felt as if telling Ari was truly relieving, “I would love to do this full time. This is…everything I want. I’m basing my entire degree around social media marketing and business.”
“You could do it, honey.” Ari had come to a stop and faced you, the hotel just down the street not even a half-block away. “You could do this full time.”
“Could I?” It wasn’t you asking for permission from Ari as his sugar baby and girlfriend.
You were asking him if you had it in you if he truly believed that you could dedicate yourself to successfully taking your social media base to an entirely new level.
“You’re capable, you’re beautiful.” Ari had balanced his coffee and his pastry in one hand and used his free hand to rest against the small of your back, holding you flush against his chest as he spoke, as he whispered his endearments against your lips and extended his confidence in you to meet your own. “You can do whatever you want to, princess.”
You exhaled against him as his lips slated against yours and melted into his embrace. You were lost in the feeling of his lips against yours, lost to the moment of intimacy as the world around you faded and you were further drawn into the hold he had on you, willingly giving in to him just as he was giving into you. It was a moment of perfection, a moment of intense connectivity that was impossible to overlook.
The emotional upheaval of your desires had become welded with Ari’s, the deepening bond that had first drawn you to him and he to you, was heart-stopping. You had never felt so desired and wanted, you had never felt so immensely and passionately coveted as you were now, and it was clear to you that you had just as powerful of a hold on Ari as Ari had on you.
“I want to.” You finally pulled away, shivering against the chill of the air and the buzz of pleasure shooting through you. “I want to do this, I want to be a social media blogger.”
“You have my full support,” Ari had drawn his hand from your cheek to the nape of your neck, gently pulling you back in for another kiss, stealing the very air from your lungs.
It was as if he could physically feel time turning back as the few men and women in the boardroom had droned on about the same fruitless and uninteresting drawls that he had to deal with stateside.
It was one of the many downsides to being the boss, the man everyone else wanted to impress. Ari would have much rather been elsewhere with you, he would have much rather returned to your suite and spent the day in a cycle of intense pleasure and orgasms.
He would have rather felt you quaking against his fingers, tongue or cock all while he listened to your pretty moans. He wanted to have you draped across his lap while he took business calls, felt your naked body against his own while he whispered filthy things into your ear.
Instead, he was here, like he was so many weeks ago, waiting on your text messages and pictures of you enjoying his gift. He was using the back and forth exchange between you and himself as an excuse to zone out and focus on someone much more worthy of his attention.
‘I haven’t felt so relaxed in ages.’ One of the first of the messages to come through is a picture you took of yourself stretched out on the massage table, relaxed as a towel sits low on your hips.
It’s enticing enough, modest yet seductively displaying your smooth skin and natural beauty that begged to be touched and caressed. The image of you so relaxed and your flesh bare, had already driven blood straight to Ari’s cock, the twitch of the head is a reminder that Ari was exclusively addicted to your touch and taste.
‘Enjoy yourself, princess. You’re having more fun than I am.’ Ari had returned your picture with a selfie of himself, the tension between you was pulsing even through the exchange of messages and the minute distance between the two of you.
‘You think so?’ A growl built in his throat, his cock angrily throbbing in his Italian-made suit pants, the head reddened and dripping.
The longer Ari stared at the picture of you on the massage table alone during a break between procedures, the picture of you bare and naked in a pose that was meant to be tantalizing, the hungrier he had become for you and your pretty pussy. What he wouldn’t give to have you spread on the board room table in front of him, your legs spread and your cunt dripping with his cum and his saliva.
Ari wanted to defile you most sinfully.
‘I’m distracting you. Oops.’ You had toyed with yourself, your breasts bared as you lay on your back with your hand between your legs, your nipples hardening under the chill of the open window behind you.
‘I hope you know how much trouble you’re going to be in.’ Ari had palmed himself through his pants, his cock demanding to sink into your warm cavernous cunt.
‘You won’t hurt me will you?’ You pouted for him in the next picture, your eyes half-lidded as you sat up and used your free hand to palm at your breasts.
‘You’re not going to be able to walk, princess.’ Ari was quick to type back, fully tuning out the droning behind him as he wished he could see you, wished he could feel your lips against his cock beneath the table.
‘Me? I’m innocent, sir.’ You were posing for him, teasing him and toying with him in a way that demanded reprimanding.
Ari groaned softly, your ability to bring him to his knees was unwarranted and unequivocal. You could dig yourself under his flesh without trying and it was incredible.
“Ari, what are your thoughts?” He raised his head when being spoken to, his eyes drawing to a narrowed and pointed stare.
“I think we need to push the directive I already addressed earlier. I think you’re wasting time and billing your hours to me.” He conclusively ended the meeting by standing and smiling charmingly. “I think I’m going to take the rest of the day off.”
Ari was unapologetic as he moved from the room, sending you a clear directive of what was going to come next.
‘I’m going to punish you, princess. I’m going to make you aware of how much I love and loathe your teasing. And after dinner, when you’ve recovered, I’m going to make you my dessert.’
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So... Nintendo Direct thoughts I guess.
I joined a little late, so honestly, I just fast forwarded through all the games I didn't care about. Kinda the way to go tbh.
I still don't know about pokemon man. Everyone is saying "Yeah it's poorly made but it's one of their better games in a long time" but like I don't know how much I trust a pokemon fan's opinion on that that... you know I preordered Violet, after Legends Arceus left a good impression on me. But I cancelled it after some financial harships started happening and now I feel like I dodged a bullet.
Sonic Super Stars is looking pretty good, I really... really wish Fang was playable... I know he's a bad guy but I love him so much and have always wanted him to be playable... I'm just glad he's back at all, and his 3D model looks decent.
That "Saturday Morning Cartoon" inspired game intrigues me but like they shouldn't have had the boring Nintendo Direct narrator talking over the trailer and let the game speak for itself, show it's personality a little... does it have cheesy filmation style dialogue?? Also their villain looks kind of lame compared to like, Skeletor or Prime Evil.
Still not sure about Splatoon 3. It just looks like more of the same to me, I am kind of curious, but at the same time, it feels too late to start now... then again, if the game really is as samey as it looks, I could probably just coast on what I know from Splatoon 1 and 2.
I have no interest in Detective Pikachu as a franchise and the fact that his personality just seems to be "I love coffee" does not endear me to the character.
Super Mario RPG
Holy Fucking Shit
I didn't think the maniacs would do it.
When I heard the rumors I was like "Yeah right... this does not fit in line with the current corporate image of Mario, they're not gonna do it, and if they do, they'll butcher the art style"
I was so fucking wrong, it looks amazing. They even made Mario all squat and pudgy like the original game, I love it so much, and it looks like there are new cinematics... possibly even entirely new sections of the game what with Bowser riding his Clown car with the others.... that or they're new special attacks. I can't fucking wait you guys it looks so fucking good, I hope they consider making it a franchise again. I still have the original game but I am going to buy this day one.
We even saw Boshi briefly, and the spines still have their weird shapes. I have no reason to believe they'll change Terrapins into standard looking Koopa Troopas now. Literally all my fears are gone.
Don't know what to think about the Peach game. I make it no secret, I'm kind of over the whole arts and crafts aesthetic in games and a game that's just a stage play seems no different. I'm not even sure what kind of game it is. I just would have wanted another platformer. I guess I have to see more.
Luigi's Mansion 2 coming to Switch is a pleasant surprise. I wonder if we're going to enter an age of 3DS ports, because I can think of several 3DS games I want to see on Switch. Kid Icarus and A Link Between Worlds chief among them Luigi's Mansion 2 is my least favorite in the series, but it's still a good time. It not being on handheld makes me more likely to replay it. I do think they could have enhanced the visuals a little more though.
Too little too late with Batman. I already bought it on PC. I would have bought the Arkham Trilogy day one if it launched earlier in the Switch's life. But i'm glad the option is there for people.
I'll be honest I thought Dragon Quest Monsters looked pretty "meh", and I don't know if it's just a bad trailer or what, but the fact that the Solo, the Hero from DQIV shows up, immediately got my interest, he hs my fave hero design, and I was happy he was a skin in Smash Bros... still, man, this looks like a 3DS game... How can they be releasing this after Dragon Quest XI?? Also, is the playable character the bad guy from DQIV? I played the NES version so I didn't really see his human form.
Not much to say about Pikmin. It looks like Pikmin. Which is a good thing. But I don't know how eager I am to play it. Not a day one purchase, but an eventual purchase.
I am tempted by the Metal Gear Solid collection but it has so much extra shit that I don't really need which probably jacks up the price and I think I might prefer playing MGS1 on a CRT anyway. But man it's jsut been so long since I played Metal Gear that I don't even care I just want a way to play it. I'm just glad it's not a fucking Cloud game.
Penny's Big Breakaway had my attention just from the character designs, it screams Playstation 1 platformer. Like Mega Man Legends or Tail Concerto or something. And it's a 3D platformer... but when I heard the Sonic Mania team is working on this, i'm all in. I just wish the enemies weren't just a bunch of dopey looking birds, I want a least some kind of cool factor in the game. But yes I will be keeping my eye on this one.
Mario Kart 8 DLC looking okay. I expected Petey. He's cool I guess but i'm not gonna play as him. I'll be happy to see him on the track though. He was kind of a big part of Mario History in the Gamecube and Wii era.... Wiggler though? Meh... and KAMEK. He should have been in the base game imo, he should be a mainstay in every spinoff, he should have been introduced with the Yoshi's Island course... I'm very happy to have Kamek here. The course looks interesting too. Glad it appears to be another new course.
The new Wario Ware....... looks like Smooth Moves 2. Was the boring Nintendo Direct Narrator doing a Wario voice or did Wario get a new voice actor?? Anyway. I'll keep an eye on this. Smooth Moves was my 2nd Fave Wario Ware game, so this shows potential.
I was pretty bummed out when they mentioned Tears of the Knigdom, and it was only to announce some Amiibos... I still can't even find the Link Amiibo. They look nice though. It will be nice to have a Ganondorf Amiibo that doesn't look like shit. ( No offense to TP Ganondorf fans, but you gotta admit, the first wave f Smash Bros Amiibos is kind of rough ) ...I hope this isn't a deconfirmation of DLC. I really want more of this game, now that the main story is done and my list of side quests is rapidly shrinking, I'm getting sad about the inevitable end of one of my fave Zeldas.
And the big one
Super Mario Wonder
I'll admit I was disappointed that it was doing 3D again instead of a hand drawn style...
But the characters look so good now. They actually look more like 3D models of Koichi Kotabe's artwork. Mario and co are so expressive, their stances are not nearly as boring as the New Super Mario Bros games, their animations are so good, calling back to Mario 3 and Mario World with the blurry feet and airplane run, Mario actually HAS facial expressions now... and holy shit is fucking DAISY playable? Without sacrificing Toad? This is pretty huge! The enemies are looking really cool and stylized too, they all seem to have gotten model upgrades!
I will say... this is reminding me a little bit of Kirby Return to Dreamland, which... is worrying to me. That "wonder Flower" reeks of a Kirby gimmick, and I honestly find that Kirby's gimmicks lately just kind of slow the flow of the game, and often times just feel like all flash and no substance. "ooh I destroyed a hole room of enemies with a really big sword that I was forced to pick up" like I don't actually feel like I accomplished anything with that... I hope I'm wrong.
Also, I heard the rumor that there would be elephants... I don't like elephants. I thought I'd hate Elephant Mario... but you know what, he makes me smile.
I am so excited for this game.
This was definitely one of the better Nintendo Directs in a while, it won't top the back to back Banjo in Smash and Tears of the Kingdom reveal for me, but i'm pretty happy with what's on the horizon.
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Haha. Kazuya. You understand.
one aspect about them i love
THEM TIDDIES
but fr he has his whole aesthetic on point. and I will say. him face. nice
one aspect i wish more people understood about them
HE'S A TRAGIC CHARACTER. HE'S SOOO DOOMED IN ANY WAY BC CHARACTERS LIKE HIM ARE MEANT TO BE PUT DOWN IN A SATISFYING STORY. HE HAS WINGS AT HIS STRONGEST BC THE MOST DEFINING MOMENT OF HIS LIFE WAS FALLING OFF A CLIFF. HE'S ON TOP OF THE WORLD, THE HIGHEST HE'S EVER BEEN, BUT HE'S NEVER TRULY LEFT THE BOTTOM OF THAT CLIFF. HE'S ALONE UP THERE. HE'S A CONTROL FREAK WHOM YOU NEVER KNOW IF HE IS ACTUALLY FULLY IN CONTROL (IF AT ALL) IF YOU REALLY STOP TO THINK ABOUT IT. HE'S SOOO COMPLEX BUT WE'VE NEVER BEEN ALLOWED TO DWELVE INTO THAT COMPLEXITY. HE'S A REALLY INTERESTING CHARACTER AND I DIE INSIDE WHEN THEY KEEP PUSHING HIM INTO THE "PURE EVIL" BOX WHEN EVEN WHEN HE MADE THOSE CHOICES HE STILL IS NOT!!! I FEEL LIKE AN INSANE PERSON WHEN I SAY THERE IS SMTH SO EXTREMELY COMPELLING ABOUT KAZUYA MISHIMA.
one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character
- hes still alive in the tekken:tmp timeline since jun successfully "saved" him, and while the familial situation isnt the best it could be, its still far better than you'd expect with jun and jin
- he doesnt even consider himself fully human anymore but hes truly at his core Just A Guy. take the morning coffee. collect shoes. eat boring food. hes a very plain guy and its hilarious. what does he even do all day, the role of a ceo is to make connections and relationships and hes a shadow ceo. he is so painfully A Man In His Fifties that if you remove the tekken context he could grill a mean steak I know this in my heart, what do japanese dads even do for a bbq equivalent.
- kazumi styled his hair Like That back in the day and so he will wear that hairstyle for life
one character i love seeing them interact with
Apparently in bruce's t6 ending, hes speaking to his superior(?) about a mission well done but it's said he's reporting directly to kazuya, so even if who hes talking to is speaking in english I have to wonder if it was meant to be kaz at one point. Anyway if it is I love the casualness of this interaction.
Also jin! people say theyre tired of the mishima focus but NOT ME bc those dudes only interacted ONCE until t8 finally drops. Anyway their hostility toward each other is sooo obviously fabricated bc if the writers REALLY wanted to get into it, this father&son relationship would be so much more complex than that. Also in the first project x zone, devil kazuya is a boss fight and at one point devil and kazuya are fighting for control and for one (1) second, jin sounds concerned for his dad in the way that he wont be able to kill him while kazuya is himself. fun stuff. Their more neutral interactions as a tag team in pxz2 are a lot of fun too, especially when they team up to tear verbally into heihachi. Anyway like everything about kaz, his relationship with his son isnt explored enough.
one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more
Harada For The Love Of God Don't Fuck Up Kazuya's Interactions With Jun In Tekken 8.
I want to see fucking flashbacks man, how did it fucking happen. They had to have exchanged AT LEAST a couple words before getting to jin's conception and I WANNA KNOW. ITS THE MOST MYSTERIOUS AND INTERESTING RELATIONSHIP IN TEKKEN.
one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character
I feel like. if you stripped kazuya and jun of status and general opposite moral stances, theyre very very similar. I will wait for official t8 confirmation oh what they thought of the other but I feel they are two side of a same coin. People usually speak of jun making kazuya better but I like the other side of kazuya making jun a bit worse. In a very indulgent way I often wonder what it wouldve been like if they tried at all to make it work long term and I dont think it wouldve been that bad, especially compared to how the previous main mishima relationship ended up.
#kaz also has the privilege of not having been somewhat stained like jin in t6 and heihachi in t7#cause both did disservices to these characters#and yet its so frustrating bc kaz. is just. SITTING THERE.#BAMCO HES READY TO GO HE HAS THINGS TO SAY AND DO AND REPRESENT AND INTROSPECTION TO MAKE#OR BETTER YET BAMCO GIVE HIM HERE I CAN MAKE THE NARRATIVE FOR HIM BETTER. I HAVE IDEAS I HAVE PLANS. KINDA#tagging later#nozomijoestar#ask meme
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UK trip Day 1 - Good Morning Britain
After an 8 hour flight across the atlantic shoved into a tiny airline seat that made my ass hurt, not having slept since about 4 AM the day previous (is that US time or UK time? I don't know, and at this point it doesn't matter) running only on shitty airline food, coffee, and sheer adrenaline I was set loose upon the UK.
Immediately getting off the plane at Gatwick I found my phone had no data service. Oh well! I'm sure that can be solved easily lol! I make my way to the train terminal where I try to figure out how to make it through the gate, and upon succeeding I head down to the platform...only to get on the wrong train.
With help from the lovely insatiable ones and the wifi aboard the train, I make it to Brighton. Where I explain in my best pitiful American tourist voice that I had just arrived in the country and taken the wrong train to a man in an information booth.
He helpfully points me to a train stopped at platform 8 (Which was already boarding) and says it will take me to my original destination. Which was St. Leonard's.
I hurry to board the train at Platform 8 which soon departs, and I sit and enjoy the trip through the southern English countryside. Much to my excitement it passes through Hayward's Heath, the hometown of Brett Anderson, whose band, Suede, is obviously the whole point of this journey. I don't know if you've noticed, but I think Suede are a very good band, and I kind of like them a bit.
During the ride I try my best to figure out my phone to no avail, but still figure it could be something very easy to work out (lol). I chat with my friends and enjoy the ride.
Upon finally arriving in St. Leonard's I realize, oh shit, I actually don't know how to get to my hotel and without a phone I don't have a way to navigate. So I have to stop into a little bookstore on high street and ask the man there if he can direct me.
"Hi, I'm sorry, I've just arrived and I'm trying to find the Highlands Inn Hotel on Boscobel road. Could you give me directions by any chance?" I ask.
"Boscobel road?" he echoes, "I'm afraid you're a long way from there."
Just what I love to hear. He gives me directions, of which my ADHD addled brain can only remember a portion of. I thank him and then leave.
The whole Warrior Square section of St Leonard's is unbelievably charming and I wish I'd had more time to check it out because that little bookstore alone could have provided me with hours of entertainment. But right now, I am on a Mission.
I follow his directions and get caught up at Maze Hill road. Which is about where my memory fails me. I wander around the area a little bit and finally find another local, who I desperately approach.
"Excuse me, sorry, I'm trying to find Boscobel road?" I ask.
"I'm sorry I don't know where that is. I've heard of it, but I absolutely have no idea where it is! Sorry, I wish I could be of more help!" She replies.
"That's ok, thank you!"
Fuck. I try retrace what the old man in the bookshop told me. I head the direction I think matches what I remember best, up a very steep hill. My out of shape legs are screaming.
Just to make sure I'm going in the right direction, I ask two men going the same way for directions and they helpfully reply with directions and then decide to just tell me to follow them.
Embarrassingly, I fall behind them quickly, huffing and panting like I'm about to keel over. They stare at me concerned, but make no comment, instead pointing at the hotel once I'm within reach.
Finally, my reward awaited. It turns out, unlike the other members of the Insatiable Ones who were sensible and booked hotels like the Premier Inn in Hastings or at other hotels in St. Leonard's that were easy to find, I had to be the idiot and book my hotel based on aesthetic. The hotel that was buried deep in the town, and no one really knew much about.
Also, I'd had the brilliant idea to bring along only one pair of shoes, an unbroken in pair of Doc Martens. I make excellent life choices.
I stumble into the hotel and can't seem to find anyone at what I assumed was their front desk area. It was just a window that looked in on a bar area. Entering the bar, I found a man eating his lunch there and explained I was checking in. He was able to look up my reservation and found despite being three hours early a room was available for me.
I'm still not sure if he actually ran the place or was just in charge of certain parts of it, but he was also clearly doing actual work on the building as his work clothes were covered in paint. He was very nice though, and helped me bring my bag up to my room. Which was on the third floor. and up several steep flights of stairs. Cue more huffing and panting.
I was charmed by the fact that my room key was a literal skeleton key and the decor was suitably gothic. I was incredibly tempted to just take my shoes off and collapse on the bed, but I still had my phone to take care of.
Taking some time to connect to hotel wi-fi, I update all my friends and my mother about what's happening and then start to work trying to get it to connect to a UK data service. The Insatiable Ones suggest trying a UK simcard and Rachel in particular says they can be found at most corner stores and helpfully provides a map of close by stores I can try.
I can't place enough emphasis on how much I appreciate the outpouring of help my completely unprepared ass received from my friends, I am so moved and touched and just...honestly...a large part of this trip wouldn't have been possible without them. So much of this was almost a leap of faith, taking the plunge and hoping my friends would be there to hold me up. I am incredibly lucky to have such an amazing network of wonderful people willing to help me. I could really go on for ages about the Insatiable Ones.
Climbing back down the three flights of stairs and several steep hills I make it to a nearby corner store where I clumsily tell the man behind the counter what I want and he asks if I'm topping up, which I stare blankly in response to. He assumes this is a no. He's correct.
I hand him the money and take my sim card back to the hotel where i pop it into my phone and activate it only to find it does not work. Incredibly frustrated, I'm starting to panic that I won't get this settled before the show in Bexhill tomorrow.
The Insatiable Ones are so patient with me and so incredibly kind, and point me in the direction of a phone shop where I can maybe get my phone unlocked in which case the sim card will finally work. And if not that then maybe just getting a UK phone.
It's a thirty minute walk. Not with my fat little legs. I try calling an uber. Because that's exactly what a privileged American tourist would do. No uber in such a small town. I look up local taxi firms. I try calling. Oh fuck, my phone won't place calls!
Rachel centers me and points out that the hotel could place a call to a taxi for me. It breaks me from my panic just long enough to scurry downstairs and spit out a jumble of words approximating to what I assume translated to "the American needs a taxi."
Now, dear friends, interacting with me online is one thing where I am free to sit and take time to organize my thoughts, but it's another to interact with me in real life where I will just Say Things in whatever order due to my brain going too fast for my mouth.
Thankfully, my point was made and the guy from before helpfully placed a call to a local taxi and I found it would be an hour before I could get a taxi from them. Panicking again, I explained that would be too late as the phone place would close.
In an overwhelming act of kindness, he gave me a ride himself. and briefly I think to myself that getting into cars with strangers in another country is a really stupid idea, but just this once I will have to trust I'm not being an idiotic character in a horror story. And we tear off down the road with techno music blaring from his car stereo.
We arrive in Hastings and he helpfully deposits me at the phone store where I talk to the man behind the counter who is covered in intricate HR Giger style tattoos. I explain my situation and find they can't unlock my phone, so I am left with no option but to buy another phone. The cheapest they have is £95. It's much more than I'd like to spend, but it's an unfortunate necessity.
It eats up most of the cash I had, but it's worth it. I talk a little to him about Suede and about the upcoming concert in Bexhill and with the crisis taken care of, he points me in the direction of where I can get a taxi back to my hotel.
When I arrive back at the hotel I realize I haven't eaten since my flight. Not wanting to worry about climbing all those stairs and steep hills again, I simply decide to eat the complimentary digestive biscuits placed in my room and call it a night.
First day. Done.
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General Rated Fics (2) Masterlist
part one
a game of chance (ao3) - danhoweiis
Summary: Phil worked at Chance and Counters, a board game cafe in North East London. One definite perk of the last few weeks had been the guy who Phil was now delivering a coffee too. Phil had been smitten from the second he stepped through the door which was something he now wished he hadn’t told his friend and manger Nate, so he could have saved himself being teased every time Cute Dan (as Phil had affectionately called him after overhearing someone say his name) came in
all the world’s a stage (ao3) - croissantbleu
Summary: As an openly queer actor and a vocal activist for the community, Dan Howell wasn't exactly surprised when a news outlet contacted him to offer him an interview and his picture on the cover of their Pride edition, but he wasn't quite expecting what this interview, and this reporter, would lead to.
call it fiction (ao3) - writtennotsung
Summary: Dan works in bookstore and Phil comes in with a request that makes Dan want to learn more about him.
Daniel’s Spaniels (ao3) - bathildabagshott
Summary: Dan owns a dog rescue. Phil volunteers to help.
*ft. doggos, cute boys, and coffee*
Forever Home (ao3) - possumdnp
Summary: Phil’s wanted a dog for as long as he can remember, and now that he and Dan are moving into their new house, it’s the perfect opportunity. But there’s just one problem: Phil’s allergic to dogs.
Going Nuts (ao3) - schnaf
Summary: Dan is going nuts in Manchester. But one midnight trip to the supermarket changes everything.
jump a lil higher (ao3) - snsk
Summery: Dan co-hosts The Breakfast Show. Phil's his new producer. They fall in love, assisted by a bunch of romcom tropes I refuse to apologise for.
Keep It Down (ao3) - INeverHadMyInternetPhase (BirbWatcher)
Summery: Phil wants a quiet life. That's all he's asked for. He doesn't want the new neighbour to blast music at him at 2 in the morning, so if he would kindly stop then that's all Phil needs
Let Me Down Gently (ao3) - ineverhadmyinternetphase
Summary: AU in which Dan is (briefly) a lawyer, until he gets fired and kicked out by his girlfriend. Wandering alone at night looking for a place to stay, he happens across a slightly strange man who introduces himself as Phil and who owns a B&B. Without much choice, Dan takes up the offer to stay there, and quickly grows to have a certain fondness for Phil. There’s only one problem: Phil runs the B&B with his long-term partner Alex.
Middle Of Nowhere (ao3) - det395
Summery: Phil's an apprentice at a library who is drawn to a regular visitor with fluffy hair and a questionable attitude
No One Less Than Perfect (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)
Summery: Dan doesn't mind being a single father to his four-year-old Elizabeth, but sometimes he gets lonely. The problem is, he won't settle for anyone who is less than perfect. So maybe, he might just ask Elizabeth's (and maybe his) favorite Daycare worker, Phil on a date.
Of Cats and Dogs (ao3) - GabbyGums
Summery: In which Dan gets roped into taking care of his friend's dog, and Phil somehow gets hold of a cat.
This can only mean chaos.
Operation Cupid (ao3) - nebulous_frog
Summery: Dan and Phil are rival camp counsellors- Dan leads an aesthetic cabin and Phil’s cabin is just a mess of arts and crafts supplies and glitter. Maybe their campers can finally make them see how good they are together through a cunning plan they like to call “Operation Cupid”.
Paying In Naivety - xinyanhowell
Summary: “My friend bet me twenty dollars that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassmen and ask them to prom, well now I’m twenty dollars richer and no, that doesn’t invalidate the offer, you’re actually kind of cute.”
Rags and Riches (ao3) - Phandabbydosey
Summery: Spoilt brat Philip Lester is used to having all his problems solved for him, even his problems with the law. Fed up with his attitude and behaviour, Phil’s parents refuse to buy him out of trouble and Phil soon finds himself sentenced to community service, where he comes across a homeless boy with deep brown eyes who might be able to change the way Phil sees the world entirely.
Sea Glass (ao3) - kae_karo
Summery: Phil arrives on the Isle of Man to house-sit at his family's cabin while it's repaired and sold. Except the cabin's in far worse shape than expected, and Phil's got to find somewhere else to stay
stardust trail leading back to you (ao3) - toffeelemon
Summery: Phil is a full time alien conspiracist, a PhD dropout using his extensive Astronomy knowledge to justify his quarter life crisis of running around London all day chasing so-called aliens.
Phil just desperately wants to believe that he is not alone in the universe.
Agent D is the best Men in Black agent that London has ever seen in the last decade, promptly forgotten, dismissed and excluded from human society. He likes it that way. An emotionally constipated galactic agent only has so much room in his heart for a handful of extraterrestrial immigrants.
Until a particularly persistent man keeps disrupting missions, and a permanent fixture by the name of rookie Agent P eventually carves a space into Dee’s lonely existence.
The Wallflower’s Guide to Love (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne
Summery: Dan is a brilliant but painfully shy and awkward guitar player in a popular local band who prefers to hide from the spotlight. He's content to lose himself in his playing and avoids friendships and emotional attachments, but an accidental run-in with a mystery boy inspires him to reach out to him through anonymous texts.
Too scared that the boy will be disappointed in the real him, Dan doesn't want to reveal his identity and risk losing their surprising connection. When forced to choose between his anonymity and putting his heart on the line, help from an unexpected friendship pushes him far beyond his comfort zone, but will it be too little too late?
TM (ao3) - strawberrysunflower
Summery: He’s the stupidest contestant they’ve ever had on the show, Dan thinks to himself. He bamboozles everyone in a two mile radius whenever he’s let loose on set. He’s hurt himself so often he sends their medical team into absolute panic. He has less ‘problem-solving’ skills and more ‘problem-creating’ skills.
But Dan can’t tear his eyes away as Phil rushes around putting together a plan for his task. Phil Lester is, in Dan’s opinion, a bit of a genius.
Tumble Into His Arms (ao3) - nebulous_frog
Summery: Dan is a swing dancing instructor that teaches a confused and clumsy Phil how to dance. Cue tripping and falling, flirting, and some teasing from some friends.
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🕯-- share a scene in your latest WIP
“Hey boss,” Sartaq called out. He was already propping the hood and had a clipboard sitting on a stool off to the side. “How’s it going?”
“Fine,” Rowan replied. He’d brought an extra cup of coffee from the diner and offered it to Sartaq who took it gratefully.
The mechanic nodded absently and took a long sip of the coffee. It was straight black--no creamer or anything--but the man didn’t flinch.
“I sent the request for parts out to my friend in Adarlan,” Sartaq said. “She’ll let me know when it’s ready, but it’s a good three hour drive up there. Hopefully she’ll get them ready by tonight and I can pick them up tomorrow morning.”
It all sounded simple and reasonable enough. Perfectly. And yet, Rowan felt his heart pump just a little quicker and a bit of panic rose in his blood. How often had he wished for more time only now to have it mock him?
🍧 Choose an aesthetic to describe (CHAR/STORY) as-- Where We’ve Been, Where We’re Going: sunlight and empty roads, dust and deserts, late night talks and secrets, old diners and cozy houses. For as much as this fic takes place in the heat of summer, it is driven by the things we keep hidden and the way shadows can cast doubt on our lives- closed doors and quiet words, empty chairs and scrawled notes, soldiers and war, pain and violence, lies and sorrow, death and rebirth.
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Top 10 songs that are just genuinely pretty and make you happy
(yup still despising msmojo)
No, they're not the best songs from animated movies. But they are pretty, and don't serve any other purpose than to make you feel good. We need to appreciate and celebrate that.
10 Chim Chimney Cheree
Feel good, optimistic song. It's just... about simple joys. He doesn't expect much so every little thing he gets is a source of joy and happiness and it makes him a happy man. Sometimes it just doesn't have to be complicated, you know ? It's just an homage to life, from poor people for which life isn't easy. Made us love chimneys for a long time...
9 Hail to the princess Aurora
Sounds better in french so I kinda get if english speakers don't... see the appeal I get. This song is part of the very old disney animation movies. Personally, I love it. Aurora is my fave princess and a song that celebrates her just makes me feel good. It's very melodious, very poetic and fluid sound-wise, it's a chorus that blends all voices perfectly. It's an euphoria filled celebration, it has the medieval aesthetic nailed, it sounds just this side of intense and serious. I love it, I think we should all be more grateful for old animated movies.
8 Suddenly - Help I'm a fish
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Ok this one, I couldn't find an english dub for. It's german so maybe there isn't even if that surprises me. Help I'm a fish is very very good movie that sadly isn't known enough for my tastes. The story is very good, the villain has a lot to love, and there are good songs, and my favorite is this one ! It's a celebration, it's feeling good, it's feeling amazing and just plain enjoying the experience of getting to live as a fish, when you're a kid it feels like a dream. I wish I was a fish...
7 Your mother and mine
Soooo cute ! It's the exactly feeling of having your mom tucking you to bed with a soft voice and a gentle care, and you falling asleep to it. For some of us it's something we only imagine, but that imagination is always based on that scene. It's care and love and just summarize the 'mom' experience so much. Not me agonizing over getting the 'mom' in the heart tattoo from Mr Smee...
6 My own home
Just a pretty little song, something a child could sing irl, a little rhyme that you could hear anywhere in the world... I really love that song. It's cute and beautiful and soft and melodious and simple. Speak of a simple dream for the future. It's just that simple to get into my metaphorical pants.
5 Tomorrow is another day
Now this one is a good one. It's an 'optimistic through hardship' kind. It's a 'see the sunshine through the rain' one. I need that, sometimes. To remember there is beautiful things in the world, that I'll see that again tomorrow, when the rain will be gone and the sun will rise. It's a lullaby, it's something to listen while drinking coffee before work, when the sun isn't even up yet. It's the song you want to hear after you cried. It's seeing flowers in the asphalt. Sure, it's for kids. But we're all kids from time to time, and we are ready to believe pretty lies.
4 To the fairies they draw near
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I really like that piece, that one minute long song. It's just light and sparkly like a fairy. A little rhyme to sing before going to sleep. It's pretty, it's hopeful, it's bright and cheery, it speaks of moonlight and spring and secret fairies that, during the night, make the world pretty and alive for you to witness in the morning. Those hidden little helpers without which the world wouldn't be as bright. Little fairies in the moonlight and a promise of spring, what else could we ask for ?
3 With a smile and a song
A classic. First Disney long movie, they just made a song to be pretty and cheerful and starting the long tradition of animated characters singing at random just to be happy. With a smile and a song, everything is better, the world doesn't seem as gloom, and your heart is a little warmer. It's that simple. And if haters mock you for spontaneously start singing out of nowhere, don't listen to them. Singing feels nice, even when you sing terribly.
2 All in the golden afternoon
One of my fave, of the ones I'm ready to make a cosplay and cover in a video for. Yes, it'd be of the buttered toast butterfly. I prefer the french version but it's probably only because I heard it first. 'Our thoughts are sometimes very deep, it's good to hear our opinions, because we are the beauty of the world in that flowery morning of may'. I just love it. It's pretty, it's flowers, it's beautiful and soft, a feel good song in the middle of a wild ride of a movie.
Honorable mentions
Stories (only listen the the french version, the english one is rubbish) : The Beauty and the Beast 2 shouldn't have existed. We mostly agree on this one. But I like the christmas song, and I love Histoires (french version of Stories) more than life. It's the song I listen to when I can't write and I feel like a impostor for calling myself a writer. It's forcing me to go back to basics, to remind myself that I love stories and that I love telling them, and that it's the reason I'm a writer. Powerful, fantastic, eerie, it's all the books you ever read, all in one song. I love it so much... Listen to the french version, please. Ditch the english along the rest of the movie.
God help the outcasts : it's hopeful if not too much, it's freaking beautiful visually, it's powerful while being a simple message, it's full of love and care that gets lost too easily, it's sad, but it's hopeful too. Beautiful.
Once upon a december : it's a classic and there's a reason for that. It's too powerful and intense a song to actually be in the top ten, but it's beautiful, with a fantastic aesthetic, and it really nails the vibe of the music box melody, at least at the start.
Heaven's light : yes it's in another top ten posts. I love it, okay ?? It's the musical embodiment of soft moonlight in a summer night, it's a shard of hurt wrapped in a blanket of soft hope, it's love in its purest and most innocent form, it's just the simple, unassuming joy of being in love. I'll die defending Heaven's light.
1 Little april shower
Clap clip clap little april shower. Only Bambi was truly an hymn to the beauty of every little parts of nature and life. The simplest beauties in the mundane moments. That little april shower that is warm enough not to chill you to the bone. Falling slowly like little diamonds or little stars. It can easily transform into a storm that destroys everything, but it's not, it's a harmless little rain that sings a song and make everything shine. It's a song about something that make us happy, so it makes us happy just as easily.
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୨୧ through a lens — chapter 2.3
synopsis ; hybe university is a school full of creativity, crushes, and chaotic evil energy. you try your best to navigate your 3rd year at hybeu, but unfortunately, you have no clue what's in store for you
pairings ; enhypen jake x fem! reader, bts jungkook x fem! reader, svt mingyu x fem! reader
an ; hi besties long time no see.. jk it's only been a day but i'm sorry i didn't update yesterday :( i took the SAT this morning so i went to bed early last night. anyway you might notice some format changes 👀 nothing big but these details will be here from now on for the rest of the chapters! i also realized so far the story has nothing to do with the summary... we'll get there soon ok guys i'll give you so many txtenha + yn moments!
written portion . . .
pov ; taehyun
wiping off the counter, taehyun eyed the bathroom door expectantly. thankfully, yn finally exited and the restroom line began to thin out.
to any bystander, she looked totally normal weaving through tables on her way back to jake and jungkook. still, with taehyun's 6th best friend sense, he easily noticed her shiftiness.
she sat down and cleared her throat, pretending that nothing happened, but her shoulders shook slightly and she coughed uncomfortably. yn clearly didn't want to talk to mingyu.
pov ; yn
you didn't even dare to look at the counter in case you made eye contact with your estranged friend. was he even a friend at this point? you didn't know.
you put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat. "shall we continue?" you smiled at jungkook and jake while opening your laptop. the boys both looked at you with wide eyes but nodded and turned to their screens.
"you're ok, right?" jungkook asked.
"yeah you were in there for awhile," jake added.
you gave them a reassuring smile. "of course! don't worry, i just had a stomach ache. i'm all good now though."
you tried to make yourself small, angling so your head was blocked from mingyu's view as he stood at the counter catching up with minghao. but it was just your luck; his head craned around as he scanned the room and his eyes fell on you.
in your peripheral vision, it seemed like mingyu was walking towards you. no no no absolutely not NOPE NOT TODAY. to your dismay, he ignored your silent internal monologue and stopped in front of your table.
"yn?" he asked and you inwardly groaned. it was time to put your best acting skills to use.
"mingyu! it's been so long, what are you up to these days? tell me how your summer was!" you gave him a (hopefully) genuine looking smile. i wish it'd been longer. i don't care what you're up to these days. please don't tell me how your summer was.
"hey yeah! my summer was good," he rubbed his neck sheepishly eyeing jungkook and jake. "nice to see you again jungkook, hello to you as well, i'm kim mingyu. would you gentlemen wonder if i stole yn for a moment?"
SAY YOU WOULD MIND. PLEASE. I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO HIM. you tried to shoot mental messages at them. however, they didn't catch on.
jake turned to mingyu, "sure go ahead, it's nice to meet you too! i'm jake." he gave the other man a bright grin.
your heart sunk. feigning nonchalance, you looked up at mingyu from your seat "fine we can catch up for a little before i go back to my work, ok? but you have to buy me another drink." you held up your empty glass of tea and stood up, following him towards the barista counter.
"i thought you were a coffee girl." he remarked lightly.
"i am," you rolled your eyes playfully. i hate my life. "but the boys both got iced teas so i had to match the aesthetic! and i'm a sucker for taehyun's mixed berry drinks."
mingyu chuckled lightly and ordered you another drink from taehyun. when your best friend shot you a quick glance, you sent him a nonverbal signal. help me. but taehyun just shook his head subtly with a smile and walked away from the cashier, that traitor.
"...so how have you been?" mingyu asked, breaking the silence.
"good- great actually! never been better," you hoped it sounded like you were telling the truth.
it wasn't really a lie though: after the fiasco with mingyu, you managed to have a pretty great summer. you earned a coveted video production internship with mnet. you also adopted injeolmi—the canine love of your life—which was probably the best decision you ever made. you even travelled to jeju with the boys in august, celebrating kai's birthdays and your own.
he hesitated before responding. "that's wonderful! wait that didn't sound genuine i swear i'm serious oh god." he stammered and started to blush while you laughed. "don't mock me hold on a second," he fake glared at you jokingly and took a deep breath before continuing. "i'm really glad you're doing well, actually."
your heart softened. damn you kim mingyu. there was a reason you'd fallen for him in the first place. still, you kept your guard up and maintained the act.
"well how are you? taehyung told me you went to paris and milan. you have to tell me everything."
"oh um, it was nice i guess. i never thought modeling would be for me but it's pretty fun actually. there's a lot of people who just act fake on the surface though," he added at the end. "i'm glad i'm home so i can finally be around genuine people like you," he smiled.
behind you, you heard a snort. beomgyu was restocking the pastries, snickering under his breath while he clearly eavesdropped on your conversation. you shot him a glare and turned back around.
"aw that's really sweet of you! i'm glad you're back." before he could reply, you continued on, "also i hope you don't worry about that incident from the end of last year. we're friends right?" you grit your teeth as you smiled at him.
mingyu let out a sigh of relief. "yeah, yeah! friends." he grinned at you as if a weight was lifted off his chest.
suddenly his phone rang. "oh shit, that's my manager. i have to run. i'll see you later yn!" you waved goodbye as he ran out of the cafe.
behind you, beomgyu was slow clapping.
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If Tears of Themis Wasn’t an AU
A/N: Aka Rosa and the NXX guys vs social media XD
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Does anything really have to be said?
Z is a persona he set up on Tiktok, and it’s one of those anon accounts where they never reveal their face
Has millions of followers despite the anonymity
I swear half the people watching his content are just there for his hands (‘cause I’d be too 😳 jkjk)
But on a real note the videos are so aesthetically pleasing due to the phenomenal lighting in his studio and, of course, his sheer skill
His most popular clip was of a rough sketch of Rosa captioned with, “when will you notice me, my beloved Rose?”
There was a lot of speculation after that over who he had drawn or if that person was just an imagined muse
But!!! Once Rosa appeared for a split second to bring him a snack and let me just say… When people put the two and two together she gained a massive fan following of her own lmao (who wouldn’t simp for this queen tho)
The two are shipped so so hard, and honestly, there are now more people in the comments demanding for her to appear again than for Z to do a face reveal haha
It really doesn’t help that Marius’ brush always pauses whenever he spots her as if he’s too captivated by her beauty to continue ahhhh
Bonus:
Marius directed the camera at his finished painting of Rosa, and in the background viewers could hear his confession to her
Needless to say, their wishes came true and Rosa now appears quite frequently on screen as Z’s girlfriend and muse
Let’s be real here, even if social media is still a big thing in Stellis decades from now he wouldn’t use it
Sooooo, Rosa took it upon herself to set up an Instagram page for Themis Law Firm
Originally the account was made just to promote the law firm, but it quickly became a blog account upon commenters’ request (all confidential documents were meticulously hidden ofc)
A lot of funny moments were captured and posted from pictures of Kiki caught in the middle of fangirling to other employees falling asleep in front of the coffee machine
But… the account EXPLODED when the first picture of Artem was posted (with his consent of course, though tbh he probably only gave it because he can’t say no to Rosa lmao)
Bruhhh people were rioting in the comments over who would get to marry this fine fine bachelor and Rosa took it upon herself to take as many pictures of him as she could (once again with consent)
Themis’ client count skyrocketed and Celestine was over the moon with how high she could raise the charges for Artem’s services (people were desperate to see this man in person lol)
And all that extra revenue was poured back into upgrading the office as well as more extravagant company vacations
Bonus:
The next vacation took place on a cruise ship, and Rosa got so drunk that she posted a picture of Artem loosening his tie captioned with “Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. 🥵🥵🥵”
Celestine saw the notification and quickly deleted it (but not without screenshotting the post and sending it to Artem first ehe)
Artem will never admit this to Celestine but he still deliberately rolls up his sleeves and loosens his tie years into his marriage with Rosa because he knows it flusters her
Another person who doesn’t use social media
Rosa felt bad for always standing in as Vyn’s teaching assistant without actually doing anything, so she decided to start a youtube channel with his permission
They’re all just videos of Vyn’s lecture, but oh my lord, people in the comments simp HARD (as they should~)
So many psych related pickup lines are dropped in the comments like: “I'm conducting an experiment, wanna come spend the night over so I can interpret your dreams?” Or “Professor, you'll be enhancing the duration of your short term memory tonight… by saying my name all night long.”
The list goes on and on… (Honestly, Rosa probably flips through the comments every morning to start her day off with a good laugh)
Though, one day Vyn paused in the middle of his lecture, stared dead at the camera, and said very sternly, “For all of you who are choosing to view this lecture online, I do hope you’re taking notes on the subject and not my face.”
After that the simping in the comments section died down a little and more people started discussing the topics of the videos… On the surface level at least, it wasn’t uncommon for people to reply to their own comments with their thirst messages haha
Bonus:
Once Vyn called Rosa up to the front of the room during a lecture about color psychology and handed her a bouquet of red tulips so that she could describe how the shade of the petals made her feel
When the class concluded and they were alone, he asked her the same question once again followed up with “and do you know what red tulips symbolize?”
As expected, she shook her head and so… Vyn leaned forward, gently gripping her chin as he whispered, “Our love will be eternal…”
Okay, that’s enough of that 😂
Sunshineeeeeee
(I love this man so much, he’s adorable)
Rosa suggested making vlogs to look back on in the future and Luke immediately agreed (sobbing)
This became a weekly thing, where they’d record ten minute videos of various activities
The first few involved Luke tinkering with the artifacts in his shop as he explained their history
Thinking that this might be a good way to promote Luke’s shop, they decided to start posting some of their videos to Youtube
Neither were expecting to get much recognition, but low and behold they did manage to attract a loyal group of viewers
Their most popular videos are most definitely their cooking vlogs
Luke had made a New Year’s resolution to learn how to cook more dishes and Rosa, of course, decided to join him
Let’s be real here tho, it isn’t only the cute interactions between Luke and Rosa that keep people coming back for more
Luke always does the heavy lifting (because he doesn’t want Rosa to get hurt 🥺) and like… those muscles are caught on 4k heheh
Rosa had to look away once when he was moving a pot of soup to the kitchen table, but even though Luke didn’t catch her blush, the camera most certainly did
Bonus:
Once they failed so epically at cooking that Rosa had to call Artem to guide them through the dish, and ohhhh boy, now every video there’s at least one top comment pleading for a cameo (have you heard his calls? I can’t blame them pft)
Rosa said that they’d invite him over if the channel hit 1 million subs (she also promised a shirtless Luke if the channel hit 10 million subs lmao, woman knows her audience~)
Unfortunately, that second goal was met a year later, though Rosa put an apron on him so that his abs were covered (she didn’t want random women on the internet ogling at her new boyfriend 👀)
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Floral Arrangements
Summary // Flowers the AOT characters would give you & what they represent
Characters: Armin, Eren, Connie, Jean, Levi, Zeke
Warnings: Slight mention of Daddy Kink
Armin
Tulips | Deep Connection, Appreciation
Armin gifts you tulips because they’re a flower you can plant and continue to grow, just like your relationship. They express how he feels one with you and the empathic nature you have for one another.
Evenings spent at the beach watching the sunset with Armin were pretty common. At this point, it was close to being a tradition. While he always kept a pastel yellow blanket in the back of his car and you always made sure to bring along snacks, you were a bit confused when Armin advised you to not worry about it this time. He had already stuffed a woven basket with all your favorite items and made note of the flowers you had eyed last time you both visited your sacred spot. So as the both of you make your way closer to the shore, cool sand beneath your feet, you help Armin spread out the blanket and weigh it down with your shoes. As you claim your spot on the soft fabric, he begins to pull out the snacks along with the orange tulips.
“I hope you like them” he sheepishly says, a small smile forming to conceal his nerves.
Eren
Roses | Undying Love, Affection
Eren gifts you roses because they convey his passion for you. You see red roses, you think love. And Eren is determined to make everything he feels for you known. Whether that’s to the world or you or both. He’s a spontaneous lover.
As you both are heading home from running errands, sitting in the 5 o’clock traffic, you distract yourself by aimlessly scrolling on social media. Small conversation being exchanged between you and Eren as he keeps his focus on the stagnant cars in front of him. He notices a group of people walking down the street, vibrant flowers in hand. The closer they get he can hear them yelling out “ Five dollars a bouquet!” Signs accompanying them asking to help support worker’s rights. You lift your head up from your phone and before you can realize what’s going on, you see Eren lowering his window, waving the man over.
“I’ll take them all please” He says as he pulls out two twenties.
The vendor thanks him repeteadly with a nod of his head and hands over every bouquet in hand, to which Eren places into your lap.
Your confusion now amplified even more so, but not as severe as the swelling of your heart for the loving gesture, you let out a breathy laugh.
“Eren, what in the world?”
“What? I’m supporting a cause” he justifies with a toothy grin, knowing that wasn’t his only motive in doing so
Connie
Gerbera Daises | Playful, Innocent Love
Connie gifts Gerbera Daises because of how colorful they are. Night adventures are pretty common and being around you heightens his playful personality. It’s nothing but laughing fits and genuine comfort when in the presence of one another.
Neon signs and city lights illuminate the streets as you and Connie make your way towards the subway. Returning from your late night pizza run, you walk hand in hand listening to his corny jokes. Giggles filling the air as you lean into his side, Connie tightens his grip on your hand, forcing you to run with him to God knows where. He had noticed the bright red sign reading “FLOWERS” down the street, past the subway stop you both were supposed to get on.
“What are you doing?” you ask while continuing to laugh at his shenanigans.
“Getting you flowers, duh” he says while turning to face you and pointing upwards to the sign above him.
You both wander the shop, admiring the variety of flowers among you. Connie begins to pick out radiant daises, ranging from pink, yellow, and orange.
“Do you like these?” he asks, looking for your approval
You reply with a nod of your head and beaming smile.
“Perfect. Help me pick out some more”
Jean
Lillies | Purity, Virtue
Jean gifts Lillies because they’re pure, just like his intentions for you. All he ever wants is to be the reason you smile. He’s supportive in everything you do and you’re the same for him. He shows his appreciation for you often and while it appears in various forms, he likes to make sure you know how much you’re on his mind with tangible gifts.
After hearing your sobs over the phone from the previous night and the strain in your voice the following morning due to the stress you’ve been under from school/work, Jean decides to head over to your apartment. He figures you could use a break and since you’re not giving yourself it, he will. So as he makes his way over to you, he stops at a local florist and grabs a bouquet of Lillies, making sure to also snag a coffee from the cafe next door, before continuing his venture to you.
As you lay in bed, engulfed by the warmth of your comforter, you hear a knock at your door. You make your way over, still swaddled in your blankets and open it to find Jean staring back at you, stifling a laugh at the sight of you as little burrito. Only then do you realize the gifts in his hands, and look up at him with thankful eyes.
“Seemed like you could use some company” he says while entering and handing over your coffee. He had your order memorized just like very other little detail about you.
Settling into his presence, you grab a vase for the flowers and fill it with water. Placing them in, you notice the little card accompanying the white lilies. Written on it is “Be kind to yourself, my love” and as Jean watches you read it, he walks over the other side of the island to where you are
“Please” he mumbles before planting a kiss on your forehead.
Levi
Peonies | Prosperity, Compassion
Levi gifts peonies, accompanied by eucalyptus because he cares deeply although it may be hard to express sometimes. It’s very subtle but with these flowers he’s able to root himself deeply into you the way you did him. The eucalyptus helps ease the everyday stress you (and him) face.
The sunlight shines through the blinds, awakening you as you lay in bed turning over to find your lover missing.
Levi always woke up earlier than you, but usually on weekends he’d stay in bed with you a little longer until you woke up. This morning though, he decided to occupy himself by visiting the plant nursery you both had spotted driving home one evening. He remembered your comment on wanting to get a bouquet for your shared apartment, something to make it more lively. So as a way to let you know he was listening, he purchased flowers and decided to construct an assortment for you. Peach peonies for the pop of color and eucalyptus as aromatherapy. Sure, he could have bought a pre-made bouquet, but he knew it wouldn't be as perfect as he wanted unless he assembled it.
So as you crawl out of bed to find him standing over the kitchen sink, trimming stems and placing the flowers into a glass vase, you can’t help but tease him a bit.
“Didn’t know you were a florist” you playfully poke
“Tch, shut it” he jabs with the tiniest grin.
Zeke
Baby’s Breath & Roses | Purity, Everlasting Love
Zeke gifts you baby’s breath and roses to represent the two extremes in your relationship. It feeds into his Daddy kink, as you’re so pure and perfect for him. The roses are his way of “tainting” you while conveying his feelings of loving you intensely yet delicately.
Zeke’s always been into the more vintage things. He claims they have more soul, real significance. So as he picks you up to drag you to a new Vinyl Record shop he’s discovered, you’re a bit taken aback when you see flowers resting on his back windshield of his car. Opening the passenger side of the door, you can’t help the curious smile plastered on your face as you begin to ask him what they’re for and why they’re propped there out of all places.
“They add to your aesthetic” He defends while reaching behind your seat to hand you a seperate bouquet of roses decorated with dainty baby’s breath flowers.
“My aesthetic?” you question, quirking an eyebrow to express your confusion as you analyze the bouquet with a smile beginning to tug at the corner of your lips
Lighting a cigarette before pulling out of the driveway, he turns to you with a smirk
“Timeless”
I literally spent 8 hours looking at photos of flowers to make this. I wish I could say I was joking but I can't. It’s okay though *eye twitch* Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this, please let me know what you think!
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The Boyz as things and feelings (just cause)
this is a small thing @haechanhues needed help with so i decided to make it an actual post uwu [this is gonna be pretty long cause i might write little scenarios]
[THE BOYZ AS THINGS AND FEELINGS]
SANGYEON - MIRRORS AND PILLOWS
mirrors make a place look bigger than it really is - i feel like sangyeon has that ability to make you feel like you’re more important on your worst days
the things he’ll do just to make sure you’re alright, even when he knows you’re not
he also has the ability to reflect what you need: sad? he’ll come and hug you and let you cry or talk about your shitty day. happy? he’ll joke about the way you snort while laughing then he’d probably do something dumb to keep the energy up there
mirrors also feel very private and at-home, and that exactly how i feel he curates an environment
pillows are self-explanatory ig, smth to cry into, smth to fall asleep with while hugging, has the best homely scents ever, very comfortable
i imagine going home after a long day and finding your partner also tired, but he’s cooking or like in the couch watching tv and he just invites you into his arms uwu
“tell me about everything! whatever that makes you happy or sad and i’ll try my best to be who you need at that point of time!”
JACOB - FLOWERS AND MUSIC
ok like jacob with a guitar is just a stellar sight to behold, he looks like he was born to hold one, and his vocals are super underrated imo, most of tbz’s discography doesnt really suit his voice - i really wish he had a chance to have more lines in more ballads or maybe even a solo thing
he would drag you out to go on walks after he knows you’ve buried yourself in your work the whole day, and he’d be the kind to stop at a pretty flower and contemplate plucking it but he wouldn’t cause he’s a fairy and wouldn’t hurt a fly, much less a pretty flower
would probably play a piece in the background while you’re stressed w work and hum a tune so the singing wouldn’t distract you
would stop when he notices you stopped working and your sad ass is probably crying lmao
he’s a very soft and gentle man imo
he’s the innocent daisy amidst other bright colored, flamboyant flowers but he still stands out
“i’ll grow you a rose bush in the yard so i don’t have to be sad about plucking flowers next time.”
YOUNGHOON - WINTER COATS AND COFFEE AND PASTRIES
he definitely radiates tsundere vibes on first sight, but when you get to know him, he’s obviously the opposite: a crybaby
but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t keep up his model-like appearances when he’s outside - in fact, he’d be the one to influence you into caring more about how you look (of course not materialistically, but more into actually caring about making yourself feel good with your fashion and appearance)
i chose winter coats as a symbol of coverage - he doesn’t show much of himself unless he’s close to you (like when you wear winter coats to keep warm, he’s a burrito because he doesn’t bother too much about sharing his feelings), but when he does, it feels like he has the ability to keep you warm and comfortable, even on the coldest days, even if his inner savage comes out
it’ll be like he scooped you into his coat and has you warm in one of this inner breast pockets
i see him as the kind to get regular coffee and like, a tart or something, at a cafe. it adds on to the warmth, when he remembers what you like. the details. maybe you like your coffee with cinnamon or less sugar or something, but then he tops it up with a muffin and he knows you like it heated up so he specifically asks for them to do so
ok but he’s defo the kind of guy that catches people’s attention at public spaces so every now and then when he’s laughing or smiling, some girl would gawk at him and he would be embarrassed about it, but lucky for you, you’re already wearing matching coats so they know the man’s taken uwu
“if only they knew how long it took to convince you to wear that coat.”
HYUNJAE - CONCERTS AND CONVENIENCE STORE DATES
classy but calm. dream-like but realistic.
i say concerts as in the instrumental, ballad kinds. he loves it and he knows you probably need the sleep where you have that kind of background white noise/music that provides you the best quality of sleep there is. but when you’re not dosing off, he’s admiring how much time you’re willing to invest into being at something he loves
of course, in turn, he doesn’t complain much when you’re hungry and you meet him down the street at the nearest convenience store for some instant noodles and potato chips with a coke and he lets you ramble about your day
he would probably buy you an ice cream just so you’d feel better, then regret it when you get a stomachache later cause it was like 2am in the morning
you probably have like 5 of his hoodies at home that you refuse to wash cause his scent is tainted all over it and the only time he gets to take them home is when he stays over or visits and he sneaks one into his bag when you’re in the kitchen making tea or a bowl of noodles
then you’ll get it back without even knowing it was gone
the kind that would probably surprise you after a day of work with a casual date idea to the movies, and i mean showing up at your place, impromptu, after he knows you’re home with two tickets
“act like my girlfriend for once and go on a date with me, would you? your work isn’t going to be there with you when you die at 90.”
JUYEON - STARGAZING AND VR GAMES
as dumb and sometimes bimbotic as he seems he is, he’s gotten most of the visible constellations memorised and he would not hesitate from telling you all about his childhood with his family when they would travel and try to spot every single constellation they can remember
which brings me to the point where he remembers what you like, but... backhandedly. he doesn’t remember what you like but he remembers what you hate instead, so you don’t ever have to worry about getting that licorice flavoured jelly bean
he would offer a midnight walk to help you relieve your stress, cause he knows you just like seeing the nightsky amidst the peace and quiet while he rambles on for his own satisfaction. not everything has to be so emotionally attached and shared. you can share blissful moments without being the reason for each other’s and that’s totally fine.
juyeon is kind of a scaredy cat in the sense that he isn’t really into horror movies or games but he’s always had that dream to become a pilot and so for his birthday, you brought him to a vr game arcade where he played some plane simulator and ever since, you’ve been taking turns to surprise each other with a new vr arcade spot or adding on to the vr game console set you have at home
“maybe i should digitalise you so i can see you in the vr game”
KEVIN - KARAOKE SESSIONS AND NEON LIGHTS
the best-friend kind of partner you would come across once in a lifetime
a billion film shots of you after he drags you to the karaoke and he beats you at super intense songs like the bohemian rhapsody just cause he can hit those high notes and solely because he was screaming on the floor when he did it
almost left his film camera behind
absolutely LOVES those walks along streets where there are a million neon lights
would come across that one sus neon light signs that indicate a sex toy store and he would give you that sly smile and probably joke for you to go in
kevin has a moon neon light in his room and you have a star or something (whatever you want)
corrects your grammar and pronunciation, only for you two to bicker about it even more when you use google translation and there are different pronunciations depending on where/what accent you’re using
he really is your light in the dark, even if he’s known to be introverted. once he’s comfortable enough with you, he makes you feel like the most important person in the world
has one of those portable speaker microphones at home and he drones on and on and on with some billie eilish song until you hurl a pillow at him
“so you’re the tough girl, like it really rough girl, justcan’tgetenoughofkevingirl, chest always so puffed girl”
CHANHEE - DUETS AND STRAWBERRY PICKING
(i could not find a more candid, softer aesthetic pic for chanhee rip)
his entire wardrobe fits you - the only problem is that he’ll never let you wear it in fear that you’d stain or tear something
shared playlists because that’s how similar your taste in music is, and so sometimes when you have your earpiece in and you’re humming the melody of that song, chanhee picks it up immediately despite not hearing that song, and ends up harmonising with you
got kicked out of the library once or twice because it was exam period and the two of you won’t shut up
ironically doesn’t sing that much if you’re not around
chanhee is a true blue introvert - which is a miracle that you’ve managed to tear through that barrier of his and find out that he giggles at every stupid thing you do: he’s having a bad day? trip over the pavement. he’ll laugh. it works
dragging him out to go strawberry picking was so difficult - but of course chanhee isn’t safe from how beautiful and enticing the fresh fruits were.
didn’t touch anything strawberry flavoured OR any strawberries for the next month or so
his straightforwardness comes with the breakdown of his barrier - but that’s what brings you comfort. he will never lie, he will only be sarcastic and even then, you’d know it’s true
i used duets as a symbol of harmony and being in-sync, though never really exactly the same, and that’s how it is with chanhee. your thoughts are very similar even though he’s much more introverted than you, but that’s what binds you
“i’m gonna tell the librarian i don’t know you if we get kicked out again.”
CHANGMIN - CITY TOURS AND MATCHING OUTFITS
city tours - the kind that you already know inside out and yet you STILL travel the area as if you were a tourist
that’s exactly how it is with changmin: you know him inside out, after being friends for so long, but it never gets old
you’re used to him biting your hand out of nowhere and yet it startles you all the time. that stupid chucky doll in his living room? old, but it never fails to scare you
he doesn’t ever talk about it that much, but he loves it when you co-ordinate outfits
no, it doesn’t mean you wear couple tees, but it’s aesthetically pleasing to changmin that if he wears cool tones, you would too
he’d be reserved about his thoughts and feelings sometimes but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think or feel them
there’s a strange sense of familiarity with changmin, because you kind of know what to expect but then you’re never disappointed, you know?
“i got you this white pigeon cause it looks like the one i already got... you can give it back to me if you don’t like it though-” /he takes it before you can accept it/
HAKNYEON - STAND UP COMEDY SHOWS AND RUNNING ALONG THE BEACH
there’s something about ju that makes it very casual and easy-going
he hates horror genred themes so fuck that, he would queue online just for the latest ali wong comedy show, even if it’s an online show, and he would laugh until he cried
sometimes he’s a drama queen but that makes it alot easier for you to know what he’s thinking or feeling - it makes communication alot easier
that means a lack of arguments
he’s also very empathetic but straightforward, exactly like how comedy shows are - because they are relatable, they are funny because they bring out the irony and sarcasm and all the dumb things in life that people are sometimes afraid of talking about and hak just says whatever he wants to say, even if he knows it might be hurtful or upsetting
he prioritises truth and honesty over anything else
it makes you a better person, honestly
beach walks - very calming, very liberating. he lets you yell and scream and kick sand back into the water because you can, and he does it with you
tries to teach you how to skip rocks but you suck and you can’t so he just pulls you away from the pile of rocks you amassed
“flick your wrist like that, not like you’re meowing!”
SUNWOO - SOCCER FRIENDLIES AND STUDIO SESSIONS
he will NOT go easy on you in a friendly match: you might be one of the fastest players of the female team but he’s ruthless in his ball-stealing, so even if you were fast enough to keep the ball out of his reach, he’d still be able to snatch it right out between your feet
very, very competitive and does not like to lose
you would always play the ‘ladies first’ card but then he’d throw the ‘feminism’ card back at you
sometimes you act more like siblings than anything else
the only time when he isn’t fuming with competition is if you’re injured because he accidentally tackled you - he’ll gracefully give himself a yellow card before absolutely trashing you in the next match
has one foot into the production game recently - likes to play with the beat board and mixing tunes, and since you’ve had your hand in doing music remixes for a deejay job before, you’re there to identify which songs have the same bass line or beat counts for easier mixing
would make you a playlist of remixes but wouldn’t admit that he spent a whole day in the studio without you just so it would be a surprise
a soft boy stuck in the wraps of an egoistic man
“a day? please. i illegally downloaded half these remixes off the internet cause i’d think you’re too internet-dumb to find them.”
ERIC - BAKING AND SKATEBOARDING
full of impromptu, casual ideas to hang out
baking is a fucking mess - why did he suggest it when he doesn’t even have the right ingredients?
wanted to replace eggs with water - like ok thats supposedly healthier, but why????????????
he likes cleaning so that was the only fucking bonus in baking - had to call his mom for help halfway through because the cookies looked more like goop than playdough
gave up in the end and he repaid his debt by helping clean your kitchen
tried to teach you how to skateboard, but he ended up falling off his own in the process and now he’s got a grazed knee
the kind of person you’d have so much chaotic fun with, he’s that friend your mom told you to NOT hang out with that much if not you’d get run down by a car
has the most fucking random pieces of clothing in his wardrobe, like where did he even get that pink coat from?
“no you have to do this and like lift up your leg and then kinda rest your weight on it before flicking your ankle and like- whOA- OH OW OHNO OHOHOH OW”
#the boyz#the boyz imagines#the boyz headcanons#tbz#tbz imagines#tbz headcanons#tbz scenarios#the boyz scenarios#sangyeon#jacob#younghoon#hyunjae#juyeon#kevin#changmin#chanhee#q#new#ju haknyeon#sunwoo#eric
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