#4 wranglers shirts

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

the siren song of a fuck ass thrift store jean vest calling to me guys I don't know it I'm ever coming back from this one

[star2fishmeg]

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Summary | Life on the Hughes’ ranch (or “family business” as the boys like to call it) joined by their family and friends with the usual ups and downs of living their young lives between rodeos. Authors Note | Cowboy!Hughes AU. These are all standalone unless specified!! Just one place to put the universe! [s = smut,  f = fluff, a = angst]

— ǫᴜɪɴɴ ʜᴜɢʜᴇs

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➥ ʙʟᴜʀʙs

➥ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

The Sheriff | f

— ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴜɢʜᴇs

➔ Buckwild | s ▸

➥ ʙʟᴜʀʙs

Dancin' Dizzy | f

➥ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

The Brave | f

— ʟᴜᴋᴇ ʜᴜɢʜᴇs

➔ Wild Ride | s ▸

➔ Right As Rain | s ▸ Luke had no idea what effect a sopping white t-shirt had on a woman, but as far as he knew, it was cold. Luckily, y/n knew exactly how to warm him up.

➥ ʙʟᴜʀʙs

Under The Stars | s

Tell Me You Love Me | f

Feeling's Mutual | f

➥ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

The Wrangler | f

His 4 Horsemen Of Getting Off | s

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[starsexplodeatnight]

Tf141 guys x Reader

Okay, Sooooo

I don’t know what this is per say, just

John Price x Florist!reader

Kyle Garrick x Dog-walker!reader

John Mactavish x Nurse!reader

Simon Riley x Preschool-teacher!reader

Price first!!!

This old dog is not having a good day. The first time you two meet? He’s looking to order a sympathy piece… a fallen solider. So, he’s not in the best mood when he enters your shop.

Then, you come out the back with your sweet smile. It feels like lip balm on chapped lips, soothing the cracks splintering his heart in this moment.

“Hi, I’m *Name*. Welcome, how can I help you?” With a soft look on your face.

Fuck him, he needs the kindness. You’re so understanding when he tells you, not overly patronizing just… kind. Understanding. You’d have to be, having to make arrangements and funeral pieces as much as you do.

While you’re quickly piecing the arrangement together you talk to him, just a natural flow of conversation. He does pause when you ask. “What do you want in the arrangement? What would you like it to look like?” “Sympathetic?” And you laugh. “Fair enough.”

He likes that laugh.

You hand him the arrangement and tell him how to take care of the flowers to make them last longer. Then give him this sweet, sweet encouraging smile…

Yeah, he comes back a week later. Up front asks: “You want to get dinner Love?” Makes you flush, your co-workers in the back giggling until you shoo them away. “That sounds lovely.”

‘Love really does bloom, doesn’t it?’ He muses.

Generally? Your life together is sweet.

You’re together for about a year before he proposed. He’s a man, he’s old enough to know what he wants. He wants to wake up with you ever morning with the safety of that ring around your finger. That, if anything ever happens to him? He could still provide even in his absence…

You hate it when he talks like that but, accept that you need to be realistic… deep down? It makes you feel loved. A painful, sorrowful, love.

He helps you when he can. Whenever he’s home? He’s at your shop helping you get any extra work done so you can spend as much time together as you can while he’s not deployed.

You need help assembling an arbor for a wedding? He uh- he has carpentry skills… let him help, love. He builds you the sturdiest arbor in the industry!

Deliveries? He’ll run those, he’s got time. He doesn’t mind. Warms his heart a bit to do some good delivering flowers to people… they get so happy when he shows up with flowers.

He helps you set up the flowers at weddings! He also refuses to do anything that puts him within the vicinity of the bride and her party! They mistook him as a stripper once, never again. Never again. He’s a happily married man, thank you very much!

What kind of male stripper wears a hat like his any way? Wrangler jeans and a L.L Bean shirt that’s probably older than the bride!!! It was actually very cute to see how steamed he was after that…

You make sure to give HIM flowers. Most men don’t get flowers until their funeral … You don’t want that to be John. He melts a little when you bring himself home flowers you arranged yourself just for him.

You’ve looked up and seen him leaning on the table with a rose between his teeth. As soon as you made eye contact, he wiggles his brows. It made you crack up, he did it just for that reason. A rare moment of silliness from your John.

Will judge other brides choices when you bring home the files for the weddings you’re hired for. But, nothing will ever compare to your wedding to him in his eyes because your wedding was the best. Ever.

He saved your bouquet, dried it and framed it. Gave it to you as an anniversary present.

He then played your wedding song and you two slow danced in a circle together…. Sigh…

Gaz!:

Kyle was on his morning run when he saw you. Across the street with a few dogs, you looked so fucking happy, that made you look so fucking pretty.

You’re wearing an over sized t-shirt, sweatpants and look frazzled as you wrangle 4 dogs at once. You don’t even notice the Adonis across the street as you try and regain steady footing as the dogs all do their best to keep you on your toes.

Brock the 3 year old yellow lab was a puller… and he is CHONKY so you didn’t have much time to pay attention to anything else.

Kyle now tries to ‘bump’ into you. Timing his run to make a meet cute happen. Fuck him if he’s already done his run and doesn’t see you only to spot you once he’s on his door step sweaty and gross! EVERY TIME!

He’ll try and go again even though his legs are burning. This? This stunt catches the dogs attention, not yours. You’ve got 5 today and they HAUL ASS to go see Kyle. And you’re just dragged to his feet.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! They’re all friendly, I swear!” You wheeze, Kyle laughs. “Don’t worry Luv! S’fine. It’s cute,” He’s not looking at the dogs, despite the Jack Russell ‘Shermie’ making eyes at him.

Ah ha! Kyle has ingratiated himself! He get’s so pumped as soon as he gets home! You invited him to walk with you! ‘Anytime!’ Fuck yeah! He does a fist pump and dances foot to foot.

He finds dogs are a good judge of character and, these dogs? They love you. And you are devoted to them despite them not being yours. He finds those qualities incredibly attractive.

Generally? You two are cute.

He’ll take the high energy dogs on jogs for you when you meet up. He can keep up with them! *subtle flex*

He despite his athleticism? He likes the small, slow dogs. Like the blind, cross eyed Shi tzu ’Louie’ and the grumpy old Bassett ‘Geraldine’

It gave him ample time to walk leisurely and talk to you… You, Gaz and Geraldine went on many walks together.

He love, love, loves whenever you send him a selfie of you and one of the dogs! He’s got a whole folder of them and the newest picture you send? That one is always his newest Lock Screen.

Has worn a dog papoose and, has carried a dog while wearing a dog papoose. He is not ashamed, you thought he looked cute. And he takes all compliments of any kind. Hell yeah he looks cute, thanks baby!

He loves those prissy little toys. ‘Teddy’ the Pomeranian is one of his favorites, Teddy just loves being held. Oh, Kyle looks so attractive holding that spoiled little poof… he’s so sweet and caring with it too. Fuck!

He holds you if one of your regulars dies. Losing an animal is hard, especially when you’d been walking that dog since it was a puppy… he’s here luv, it’s okay. His eyes are misty too because, he cared for that dog too.

He get’s a Bassett stuffed animal, ‘R.I.P Geraldine, you helped me find something worthwhile.’

He proposes to you that night.

You have a little Bassett hound topper on your cake as a small tribute to the dog that helped you get closer…

He will and HAS gotten between you and an aggressive dog. He doesn’t like hurting animals but, fuck if he was going to left anyone hurt his baby and her charges! Tries to beat the piss out of the owner.

His wedding gift to you? A dog. Not just any dog! He wanted to get you one that will keep you safe while he’s deployed and one that will help you handle your charges. So he get’s you a very highly trained Belgian malinois.

Her name is Gracie and she helps you both sleep better at night…

Soap!:

Oh, oh Soap. He get’s lambasted during a mission and gets put into hospital. His nurse? An over tired, over worked, grumpy woman who will not put up with Tom-fuckery during her shift.

In rolls in Soap: a battered pile of tenderized meat who immediately attempts a pick up line while she’s trying to make him comfortable. Oh, it’s going to be a long recovery.

Every goddamn shift! He’d light up every single fucking time you walk into the room! Oh, it makes you want to smother him with a pillow -cute aggression-

It’s not fair! You wanted to hate him! Be the grumpy bitch nurse and go on with your day! But, he makes it hard!!!

He seems so genuinely interested and not some creepy perv hitting on a nurse! He asks you how you are in such a genuine way, he leans in to listen, retains information! He does try and rile you up but, only because he thinks your ‘angry face’ is ‘cute’ the bastard! Who gave him the right to call you cute!?

And he loves, despite how angry you present yourself. You are the gentlest nurse, you care, you’re still a good nurse despite trying to act as jaded as the older nurses. You remember he does like certain foods, you get blood on the first draw and you always know what he needs…

God, it’s tumbling down the slippery slope faster than you ever imagined. You weren’t supposed to catch feelings! That’s not allowed!!! But when he’s finally discharged? He finds you, and offers to walk you home instead of going with his friends to celebrate his discharge.

He knew how much it meant to you for him to acknowledge what you’ve done for him… even behind the tough wall you put up.

He’ll always remember you stayed far past your shift to watch him when he spiked a fever and was critical…

You two are sour and sweet.

He rips those jaded glasses off your face and gives you a big kiss.

You’re kinda just- not codependent! but, something on the healthier side of that. You have a comfortable rhythm. He’ll go out with friends at night, stalling until you come off your shift and he can pick you up.

He gets to spend time with friends, you get to walk home knowing you’re safe at 2 in the morning… even if you have to steady him on the way home after one too many pints.

He has bought a sexy nurse costume for you. He mainly wants you to wear it, he has worn it as well…

He loves your stories! You have the best stories! He’ll sit you on the bar so you can regale his mates that story of that guy! “You know- that guy! The one that got that thing stuck up his ass!” “Which one?”

Sometimes you just, put your hand over his eyes. He looks at you with such fucking love it’s ridiculous. He just pushes further into your hand when you do this.

He will lie down and offer to be your dummy if you need a refresher on anatomy. Wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis.

It’s a personal victory whenever he makes you laugh.

He is lord and savior to the children in the hospital. He will come to visit the children’s care unit, full gear. You find him, and he is their god. They cling to his arms and legs, he’s still moving around, strong enough to keep on going even with 7 kids clinging to him.

He will use his little minions to his own personal advantage. Make them give you, like drawings and paper flowers just to see you smile. And for his own amusement.

It’s like Syd the Sloth and the tiny sloths.

He tells you he can’t wait until you have your own… you never imagined you’d actually ever get baby fever after working as a nurse again… Johnny makes that happen.

He makes you cry when he’s deployed. Wipes your tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, lass. Don’t cry! I ‘Ken you can put me back together if I come back in pieces.” He tries to joke, only makes you cry harder…

He holds you a little tighter after that one.

He never wants you to have to put you through that, ever. He cringes every time he remembers he said that… that he thought it was okay to joke about putting you through that.

Marries you after he comes home from deployment. He comes back in better shape this time too. He’s got to be careful now, doesn’t he?

Ghost:

This man? This man falls for a preschool teacher.

He’s just sitting in the park, minding his own business when he see’s you pass with your little class walking behind you like ducklings. Fuck, when was the last time he’d seen someone so pure?

Your preschool was just on the edge of the park and you, with a few other handlers, were letting the kids explore the park under supervision. Their ‘task’ is to find the ‘fauna’ of the park!

Imagine his surprise when more than 4 of the little crotch goblins run up to him specifically. He thought he was scary to the little kids, well apparently not! You rush over to his rescue when you see them using him as a piece of playground equipment.

Oh, he looked so confused. Frozen like a deer in headlights as you stifle your giggle, peeling the 4 year old girl off his lap. “I’m so sorry!” “No, s’fine… cheeky buggers.” The kids all giggle, eager to play with him again.

Ghost then adds it into his schedule to mosey past your school every afternoon. You always know when he does because it’s always at recess and all the kids (except a few) flock to the fence to say hello to ‘Mr Ghost.’

He feels like a celebrity… softens his prickly heart to see all these sweet kids admire him… he thinks so poorly of himself, then he looks at these kids and you? You all look at him with such adoration…. Makes him feel like a human being again instead of a war machine.

And you look at him with such love. You find it sweet he takes his time to come see the kids, graciously accepting their pictures they drew of him.

He was kind of awkward at first, he’d stood ramrod straight like he would with his old drill sergeant and informed you of his record. He wasn’t a creep, he was in the military, and this was his little… respite from all the bile he had to face.

You couldn’t turn him away. You welcomed him every time you saw him over the fence. He remained behind the boundary of the fence and was . He was very grateful you didn’t think he was a creep and trespassed him from walking by.

You two were blissful.

You asked him out on a date. He asked you how many children you wanted… so sweet. lol

He finds you absolutely beautiful, bouncing one of your students on your hip whenever he stops by. He can’t help it. He can’t wait until you have kids of your own, you’ll teach them to be such wonderful human beings. He’ll teach them how to defend themselves and he’ll keep you all safe.

He becomes a bit of a helper around the preschool whenever he’s not deployed. He’s certified in cpr- why not? He mostly just watches the class room to see if any kid is doing anything wrong and preventing anyone from choking.

Kids take turns sitting in his lap whenever he’s sitting. He acts like he doesn’t care but you know he adores it.

Little girls will bring him stuffed animals and by the time class ends he’s surrounded by every stuffed animal in class. He remembers all of their names too. Oh, you can’t help it you get cute aggression with him!

Will walk around with your lipstick prints all over his balaclava. He will dodge envy attempt to wipe them off. They’re his!

After a long day, he’ll help you clean up the class room. In his mind he’s playing this scenario out, like you two are cleaning up after your own kids.

Hates the moms. He hates every single one of of the moms. They’re annoying. They’re coming after his fine ass because they didn’t find a man that treat them right, like he does you and he’s not putting up with it!

Asks you to give him hickeys once. ‘‘But love, yes.’’ After you tell him ‘‘no!’’ “We work in a preschool!” “And? They bite each otha’ all the time.” “Simon!”

He is their god, part 2.

They laugh at all of his stupid jokes, which in turn makes you laugh and now he’s a smug bastard.

Vibes with Bluey, you two watch it together. Aims to be like Bandit when he’s a dad. Takes it as a compliment when you tell him. “You’re pretty much a dead ringer for him already love.” Like, stunned for a second before he’s kissing your temple.

He hates deploying now.

All the kids cry when he does, it’s awful. Then, it makes you cry too. You were trying so hard to be strong and now you’re crying along with them.

Makes him feel like a worse monster than he thought he was.

Tada! Idk what this was! But there ya’ go! Enjoy!

[sunshineandspencer]

Cowboy hat rule (Tyler Owens, Twisters)

A/N: Take a guess, what movie do you think I watched recently? I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t Deadpool and Wolverine (I also watched that, but I preferred the man with the swirly winds).

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader.

Summary: In between butting heads with Javi’s team and running a successful YouTube channel based entirely around tornadoes, Tyler Owens is introduced to the most interesting woman he’s seen in a good while - and her sister.

Word Count: 521

Warnings: fluff, kind of suggestive (cowboy hat rule), drinking and minor worries of drink being spiked but it doesn't happen we’re all okay here, very limited knowledge of America (I’m English).

Parts: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I have redone the form for the taglist now that I’m apparently expanding from Criminal Minds

How she ended up drinking with them, she had no idea. But anything was better than dealing with her sister pretending not to make goo-goo eyes at Javi.

Now, she’s up on the top of Tyler’s truck, drinking a shit beer with a peeling label and questioning whether or not these people would drug her. 

The bloke with the camera seems alright, and the tornado wrangler was more focused on whatever he’s messing with than her. 

One of the girls, Lily- maybe, tapped her legs, grinning up at her. 

“So~ which part of New York are you from?”

Maybe the beer is drugged, maybe it’s turning her senses to mush. Or maybe it’s been too long since she had piss-poor beer and decent company.

“Alpine.”

Lily - again, maybe - blinked up at her and then laughed, standing up on the side of the truck to smack the side of her thigh playfully.

Not only that, but Mr Tall, Plaid and Dangerous finally looked up. 

“Come on— even I know that’s in Texas.”

“And that’s where I’m from, Alpine, Texas. I hide the twang, I’ve been too many guy’s fantasies in bars that it’s just easier.”

Giving a wink before swigging the last of her beer. Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she leant back on her forearms, making sure she didn’t lie back on anything. 

Tyler was grinning at her, that stupid grin that pairs a little too well with that cowboy hat for her fuzzy brain to think straight. 

“Not a city girl?”

“Uh huh, daddy ran a ranch, grew up schooling cowboys like you. You’re no different.”

He seemed impressed by that; maybe not impressed. Just marginally more interested now he knows they aren’t a pair of bored blonde women from the city come to chase the storms with the fancy company. 

Nothing worse than someone who doesn’t actually respect the weather they’re chasing - that’s how people die. 

“Me? How am I no different then, Alpine?”

Humming, she passed him her empty bottle, which he took without questioning it. Eyes somehow glittering beneath the brim of that hat. 

She needs that hat, before his eyes, his smile and his goddamn cologne do her in.

“You steal something near and dear to them- make them pay real close attention to you.”

Managing to swipe the hat from his head and place it firmly on her own, fighting the smug grin on her face. 

She knows that he knows that she knows exactly what that means.

Can’t claim ignorance now, she made it loud and clear that this is not her first rodeo. He may wrangle tornadoes, but what the hell is he supposed to do when a gorgeous woman steals his hat and pushes away. 

Getting Lily to help her down and then swinging an arm over her shoulders. 

“Let’s go find more beers, Lils, I love your shirt by the way.”

Turning back around to grin at him as Lily starts talking. Flicking the brim of the cap up so that he could see the way her eyebrow raised in challenge. 

Oh yeah, he definitely has a favourite sister now.

Want more?! Good!

[spnbabe67]

Make My World Go Black

Kinktober Day 4: Friends to Lovers (T.O.)

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Soft and Slow sex

Summary: While visiting Loretta's hometown, the newest Tornado Wrangler gets a request to come pick Tyler up. The problem? Boone has the hotel key.

Word Count: 2962

Authors Note: Title and fic based on the song "Black" by Dierks Bently. (And yes, I know the character in the GIF isn't Tyler Owens, I couldn't find one that matched what I had in mind)

The last thing Loretta expected when Boone texted her was a request to pick up Tyler from the local bar. Sure, The Tornado Wranglers were in her turf, back home in North Texas, but usually it was Boone or even Lilly’s job to nurse their leader back to soberness. She had just crawled into bed, the time nearing 11, when her phone started blowing up with texts from her coworkers. At first she’d tried to ignore it, eyelids heavy from a long day of driving, but after the 5th text she’d relented, squinting at the bright screen. Most of Boone’s text was incoherent, the videographer clearly had a couple drinks himself, but through his copious amounts of spelling errors and incoherent sentence structure she gathered his message: come get Tyler.

So, Loretta pulled on a pair of jeans and a hoodie and pointed the headlights of her two-door Chevy towards the bar Boone had managed to type clearly. Loretta knew the bar well, a little hole in the wall downtown. She wasn’t surprised Tyler chose this place out of the list she’d given him to celebrate a successful season. They’d raised a significant amount for the communities they visited throughout the last couple months, and as an end of season celebration Tyler suggested they come visit Loretta’s hometown. She was the newest member of the group, having joined towards the end of last season when The Tornado Wranglers were chasing an EF4 in the Panhandle and came across Loretta who was competing at the local rodeo. She’d always had an interest in inclement weather growing up in the southern portion of Tornado Alley she’d seen her fair share of tornados, seen the devastation they left in their wake. Here she was, a little over a year later, picking up her boss who she’d had a crush on since he swaggered up to her at the bar after she’d finished competing. 

“Hey Doll.” Tyler gave her a lopsided grin under the brim of his white cowboy hat as Loretta approached him.

Boone or whoever had sat him down on a bench outside the bar, thumping base still audible through the walls. The air was tinged with the smell of cigarette smoke and grilling meat; it was a familiar and comforting aroma.

“Hey yourself, Cowboy.” Loretta quipped, ready to mockingly scold Tyler for getting drunk but it died on her tongue as he pushed himself up from the bench with ease, no sign of alcohol impairment. When she had read Boone’s text, she’d assumed his request to come get Ty;er was urgent, that Tyler was drunk. But here he stood, not drunk at all, buzzed if anything. 

“Thanks for comin’ to pick me up. Boone and the others are drunk off their asses with no intentions of leaving any time soon. We all carpooled and Lilly refuses to let anyone drive her car, so.” Tyler trailed off, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. Loretta tried not to linger on how stupidly hot the motion was, eyes bouncing back up to his face from where they’d trailed down to his biceps that were outlined by his white t-shirt.

Loretta gave Tyler a half smile, nodding her head back to where her truck was parked. “Come on Cowboy, let's get you back. You drove more than I did today and I’m exhausted.”

Tyler huffed a laugh. “Me too.”

She let Tyler follow her as she hopped into the driver seat, cranking the key until her engine sputtered to life. “Alright, where did you guys hole up?”

Loretta looked over at Tyler as he whispered a curse under his breath, patting his pockets. “They only gave us one key and Boone has it.” 

He’d taken his hat off, ever the gentlemen, resting it on the dash. His sandy blonde hair was all mussed up, flat against his skull in some places and sticking out like a rooster's crown. His skin was tanned from years in the sun and it looked so damn smooth.

“I’ve got room.”

Tyler looked over at her, eyebrows raised and a half grin on his face. “Really? You got a spare room?”

Loretta tilted her head back and forth, bracing an arm over the back of the passenger seat as she backed out of the parking spot. “Eh, not exactly. But I have a queen sized bed and sleep like the dead.” She shrugged her shoulders as she drove them down the singular main drag through her small town. “Not like you have any other choice.”

“I can crash in my truck. Really Lor I don’t wanna impose on you.” Tyler tried to reason, sinking down lower in the passenger seat and Loretta had to force herself to keep her eyes on the road rather than watch as Tyler set his legs wider.

“It’s not imposing if I proposed the idea in the first place. So shut it and just let me take you home.” Loretta paused, feeling her cheeks go warm as she dragged a hand down her face to hide her sheepish smile. “That came out wrong.”

Tyler chuckled at her from the passenger seat, grinning at her. “Yes ma’am.”

“Fuck off.” Loretta jested, playfully shoving Tylers shoulder.

She ran a hand through her brown hair, tucking a couple errant strands behind her ear, trying to convince herself that the blush that still clung to her cheeks was because of her embarrassing statement and not because Tyler Owens was sitting in her truck and they were driving to her house. This felt right. The sky was full of stars, her house was far enough out in the country the light pollution was nearly nonexistent. With nothing but rows and rows of corn and soybeans with the occasional break for pastures for cows or horses, including the one that belonged to her acreage of land. The gravel kicked up around the wheels of her truck as she pulled down her driveway leading up to her raised ranch. 

“Well, this is me.” Loretta unbuckled her seatbelt, gesturing for Tyler to follow her. 

“It’s” She heard Tyler contemplate from behind her as she unlocked the front door. “Not gonna lie, it’s exactly what I was expecting.”

Loretta furrowed her brows as she let him into her house. “Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing?”

Tyler stuttered, running a hand over his head. “Good! Good! It’s a good thing I promise.”

Loretta giggled as she guided him upstairs. “I’m just fucking with you.” She stopped at the hall closet, pulling out a towel and a washcloth and holding them out to him. “Bathroom is the last door on the right, I’ll go grab you some clothes.”

“Thanks Doll.” 

Loretta held her breath as Tyler took the linens from her, tucking them under his arm before leaning in. It was everything she could do to not let her eyes flutter closed as Tyler's face got closer to hers, the heat of him leaking onto her. Loretta felt Tyler’s lips brush her cheek and immediately her chest tightened, that feeling of longing flooding her brain and heart. As brief as the kiss was, him pulling away was quicker, punctuated by that heartbreakingly sweet smile only a country raised boy could pull off. 

Loretta internally sighed, returning his grin with a toothless one of her own, patting his back. “Go get cleaned up Cowboy.”

Once Tyler snicked the bathroom door shut, Loretta retreated to her own bedroom, rifling through her dresser drawers. She knew her brother kept a spare pair of clothes in there somewhere for whenever he came to visit. There! She pulled a pair of boxers and another t-shirt from the back of her bottom drawer that seemed to be the right size.

“Just me.” Loretta knocked a couple times on the bathroom door before cracking the door open. The shower was running, the water hot enough to steam up the bathroom. “I found a pair of boxers and a shirt you can borrow for the night.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Tyler said from behind the other side of the opaque shower curtain. 

Loretta hummed a response, fleeing the bathroom in the most nonchalant fashion she could manage, closing the door behind her. She let out a sigh, shaking her head trying to get rid of the images of Tyler naked not 5 feet from her separated only by the door and the shower curtain. He is probably soaking wet, lathered up with soap. No! Loretta went back to her own room, changing out of her sweatshirt and peeling off her jeans, changing them for a pair of sleep shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt from her alma mater. 

She turned the lamp on the bedside table on crawling under the covers, picking up the book she’d been meaning to finish, needing something to distract her from her less than pure road her thoughts her headed down. Absolutely not! He is your best fucking friend, your coworker! You fucking him would just make everything worse. 

Loretta’s eyes snapped up from the book cradled in her lap when she heard the bathroom door creak open and Tylers footfalls bring him into her room. She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of Tyler, dressed in just boxers and a shirt in her doorway. Sure, Loretta had seen him as well as the other Tornado Wranglers in various stages of undress. Chasing twisters required a level of get-up-and-go that didn’t leave time to worry about modesty. But it was the fact that he was here, in her room, about to sleep in her bed, that had her wanting to know just how good his muscled body would feel under her hands, against her body.

“Feel better?” Loretta managed to say, dipping her gaze back to her book to keep from ogling the man.

Tyler hummed somewhere from her right as she felt the bed dip under his weight as he climbed in beside her. “Nothing like a hot shower at the end of the day.”

It was Loretta’s turn to hum a noncommittal response, not trusting her mouth to filter the thoughts circling in her brain.

Tyler must have taken her minimal response as her being upset because his hand landed on her arm, causing her to flinch. “Lor, you okay? I can sleep on the floor, or on the couch.”

Instantly Loretta felt guilty, setting her book back on the nightstand.”No, no, no. Sorry, I’m just super tired. And don’t be spewing that bullshit. I’m not about to let you sleep on the couch let alone my floor.”

Tyler raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Loretta crinkled her nose at him,offering him a soft smile. She reached over, turning out the light with a quiet click, flooding the room into darkness save for the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. She let out a sigh as she settled on her side facing Tyler, watching him do the same. Despite her bed being a modest Queen,Tyler was nearly chest to chest with her.

Loretta was glad the room was dark because she was sure her face was flushed red. The way the moonlight glanced off his face made her think Tyler looked like an actor in a black and white film, all James Dean with a titch of Marlon Brando.

“Hey Lor?”

“Hmm?”

Loretta could sense Tylers hesitation, the apprehension of her reaction to whatever he wanted to say. She felt him shift his arm like he was gonna reach out and touch her but the sensation of his hand against her arm never came, much to Loretta’s disappointment.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Loretta blinked, then blinked again, trying to process what Tyler just said. She huffed a laugh, thinking Tyler was joking. “You sure you didn’t have anything to drink Ty?” 

“Yeah, I am.” There was no mistaking the seriousness in his voice, no mistaking the way he was looking at her. “‘Cause I wanted to be completely sober when I did this.”

It was like Tyler was in slow motion, the way he carefully brought his hand up to cup Loretta’s face, thumb stroking the line of her jaw as he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Fireworks erupted in her belly at the feeling of finally having his mouth on hers after months and months of hopelessly pining. Well, not really hopeless now is it? Because here he was, deepening the kiss as she willingly opened her mouth to him. Part of her had a hard time believing this was real, that maybe this was just a dream. A really good, really real feeling dream. But the other part was hyper aware of the fact that one of Tyler's bare thighs had slid between her own, the hand not brushed against her cheek had slid to her waist, pulling her even closer to him.

Loretta felt like she was on cloud nine, a high not even Boone’s weed could touch. She threaded her fingers through his hair, whimpering as Tyler’s tongue swept into her mouth. His thigh was solid muscle between her legs, rubbing up against the ache that had slowly started to grow there. Loretta let out a small moan as Tyler’s hand slipped down to palm her ass, rocking her onto his thigh. Loretta moaned Tyler’s name as his lips made a hot trail of sloppy kisses down her jaw to her neck. 

“I know, Baby, I know.” Tyler murmured against her neck, his hands sliding under her long sleeve shirt, thumbs stroking the planes of her belly. “Let me make this feel good.”

Loretta arched her back, helping Tyler slip her shirt off before his hand pressed against her stomach, laying her flat on her back. She whimpered as the cold air hit her bare chest, her nipples hardening. The cold was short lived as Tyler's hot mouth closed around the right one, his hand kneading the other, pulling a gasp from her lips. Her hand shot to his head, holding his face to her chest. She arched her back, chasing the feeling of his tongue circling around the sensitive bud, his left hand tweaking and pinching the other, every action had wetness pooling in her shorts. 

Tyler pulled off of her breasts, a line of saliva connected her nipple to his lips as he kissed his way back up her body until his lips met hers again more heated this time. Loretta slid her hands under Tyler's shirt, pulling it up and off, letting her explore the soft ridges of his abdomen. As Tyler rolled them over back onto their sides, Loretta became aware of something hard poking against her lower stomach. A very large, hard something. Everything in her became focused on the fact that Tyler’s hands had slipped back down to her hips, pushing her shorts down. Loretta reached out, slipping her hand down Tyler’s boxers causing him to curse under his breath.

He reached down himself, shimmying out of his boxers until they were naked. Loretta kissed Tyler deeply as he ran the fat head of his cock through her soaked folds, hiking her top leg high on his hip. 

“Fuck, baby you’re so wet for me.” Tyler muttered against her mouth between kisses, rutting himself against her until the head caught on her core.

Loretta’s mouth fell open as the head of Tyler’s cock slid into her, Tyler hissing through his teeth at how tight she gripped him. His fingers dug into the plush of her ass and thigh, holding her leg up so that he could slot his hips between her legs. Loretta let out a keening moan as Tyler slid in and in and in, filling her until she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore from the amount of arousal coiling in her stomach. She gripped his bicep as Tyler settled into an easy pace, short and slow thrusts that had her moaning breathily every time his hips slapped against her own. 

“Takin’ me so good. Feel so good, Baby. Been wanting to do this for so long.” Tyler mumbled praises against her mouth as he fucked into her, his fat cock brushing against that sensitive spot deep inside her.

“Tyler.” She moaned feeling her climax starting to build

“I know, Baby. Me too. Let me feel cum for me, Doll.”

Tyler kept fucking into her at the same pace, slipping a hand between them to rub small circles on her clit. The sensation of his calloused thumb against her clit sent her over the edge, her pussy walls clamping down on him as her orgasm crashed over her in waves of euphoria. Tyler’s own thrusts became uneven and sloppy as he came, burying himself inside her as his cum spurted deep into her pussy. 

Loretta let out a shaky breath, smiling as she lazily kissed Tyler. Tyler gently shifted his hips, letting his softening cock slide out of Loretta with a low groan. She cupped his face, her thumb brushing his cheekbone as she pulled away from him enough to admire his face. 

“Been wanting to do that for a while, huh?” She teased.

“Mm.” Tyler hummed, pressing a kiss to Loretta’s shoulder. “Ever since I saw you after that rodeo last year. Just never knew you felt the same.”

Loretta huffed a laugh, stroking her fingers through his hair. “What about your saying.”

“My saying?” Tyler looked up at her from kissing her collarbone. 

“If you feel it?” Loretta grinned, watching Tyler’s confused expression morph into a grin of his own.

“Chase it.”

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 2: Two weeks and Counting Down

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You steered the Expedition off the main road, guiding it onto the lengthy driveway leading to your home.

Jake looked around, his curiosity piqued. "Where is this?"

"We're on the driveway to our house," you explained.

As you continued, trees bordered both sides of the driveway, creating a secluded path. Gradually, the tree line began to thin, revealing fencing on the left side as the landscape opened up to your property.

Jake's eyes widened in amazement as the log cabin emerged into view. You directed the vehicle toward the garage, which automatically opened, allowing you to smoothly park inside. As you switched off the engine, the garage door began to lower behind you. Opening the truck's door, you were greeted by the sight of Chuck standing in the doorway to the mudroom.

Turning to Jake, you offered a gentle, "Welcome home." Then, you stepped out of the truck, and Jake, taking in his surroundings, opened his door to follow suit.

In his early to late fifties, standing about 5'8" tall and dressed in Wrangler jeans paired with a flannel shirt, Chuck approached the Expedition. His white hair was just visible beneath a well-worn baseball hat. As he neared, he announced, "Dinner's ready, Y/N."

"Thanks, Chuck," you responded with warmth in your voice. Turning to facilitate the introduction, you said, "Chuck, meet my husband, Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Jake, this is Chuck." You made the introductions as Jake walked over to join you.

Chuck extended his hand, offering a respectful greeting, "It's nice to finally meet you, Sir."

Jake accepted the handshake. "Likewise," he said, his gaze briefly wandering around the garage.

"Chuck, there are 4 bags in the truck. Could you grab them and bring them to," you started, glancing at Jake for a moment. He met your gaze.

"The master bedroom," Jake concluded.

"The master bedroom," you repeated, directing your attention back to Chuck. "I'd like to give my husband a quick tour of our house."

"Of course, Doc," Chuck replied, ready to assist.

As Chuck busied himself with retrieving the bags from the back of the truck, you focused on Jake, seizing the opportunity to share more about the home he was returning to.

"The place is heated," you mentioned casually, then gestured towards a section enclosed by a barn-style door. "Over there's the workshop. Chuck's pretty handy with repairs, too."

Jake followed your gaze to the workshop area, his interest piqued. "That's good to know. I might have a thing or two that needs fixing," he said, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

You smiled, walking closer to the barn-style door to give him a better view. "We've got a decent setup. Anything from vehicle repairs to some basic carpentry. Chuck has been invaluable around here."

As you slid the door open, revealing the organized chaos typical of a well-used workshop, Jake stepped in closer, inspecting the array of tools and machinery. "Looks like you've got everything you need."

"Yeah, Chuck likes to keep things organized. Says it makes the work go smoother," you explained, watching Jake as he ran his hand over a workbench, inspecting the tools laid out.

He turned to you, a thoughtful look on his face. "I used to help my uncle in his workshop back when I was a kid. Taught me a lot about fixing things, making do with what you have."

"It's a valuable skill to have," you agreed, closing the distance between you two. "Especially out here. It's not like we can just run to the store for every little thing."

Jake nodded, his gaze lingering on a half-assembled engine on one of the benches. "Maybe I can help out around here, too. It's been a while, but I'm sure it'll come back to me."

"I'm sure he'd be into that," you said, catching the direction of his gaze which had settled on a partially assembled engine. "I believe that's from the tractor."

"Come on. There's so much more to see, and tonight you'll only get a glimpse of it." You began to lead the way towards the door that opened into the mudroom.

Jake followed you, his steps mirroring your own anticipation. As you reached the door to the mudroom, you paused, hand on the knob, and glanced back at him. "Ready?"

He nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Lead the way."

Opening the door, you stepped into the mudroom, a well-organized space that immediately spoke of a home lived in and loved. The aroma of the outdoors mixed with the scent of clean laundry filled the air. You pointed out the various features, "Here's where the magic happens after a long day's work. Laundry, pet wash station, and plenty of storage. That bathroom is attached to the guest bedroom."

Jake's gaze wandered over the room, taking in the practical yet cozy setup. "I like it. It's... homey."

"That door over there takes you down the back porch steps and out towards the stables," you explained, moving towards the sliding barn door that would lead into the kitchen and living area.

The kitchen, living room, and dining room flowed together in an open concept layout, imbuing the space with a rustic charm.

Jake surveyed the surroundings, visibly mesmerized. "You built and planned all of this?"

"Yup," you confirmed with a sense of pride. "It was a lot of work, but worth every moment," you continued, watching as Jake absorbed the details of the space. "I wanted a home that felt welcoming, where every corner had a story or a purpose."

Jake walked over to the dining area, running his hand along the back of one of the chairs before turning to face you. "It's incredible. It has warmth, character… It's a reflection of us."

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment. "Thank you. I hoped to create a place that felt like a sanctuary, somewhere we could find peace and comfort."

He nodded, understandingly. "You've succeeded. It's more than just a house; it's a home."

Chuck descended the stairs, interrupting the moment with a practical inquiry, "Are you ready for dinner?"

You glanced at Jake, giving him the opportunity to respond.

"Yeah, I'm actually pretty hungry," he admitted, his attention shifting from the house's interior to the matter of dinner.

"Great," Chuck responded, his tone amiable. "I thought, considering the nights have been getting chillier, we'd have chili tonight." His suggestion seemed to perfectly suit the cozy, rustic atmosphere of the house.

"That sounds perfect," you agreed, pleased with the idea. "Chili is always a great choice for a chilly evening." You smiled at the unintended pun.

Jake chuckled. "Sounds good to me. I can't remember the last time I had homemade chili."

Chuck nodded towards you, "The dining room is all set for you."

"Thank you, Chuck," you replied, appreciating his attention to detail.

He then shifted his attention to Jake, "Is there anything in particular you'd like to drink?"

Jake gave a casual shrug. "A beer is fine," he responded, settling into the homely atmosphere.

"Coming up," Chuck acknowledged, before disappearing down a staircase to fetch the drink.

"Come on. This way to the dining room," you beckoned Jake, leading him to another area nearby.

As the two of you entered the dining room, the ambiance immediately struck you. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow in the dimly lit space, creating an intimate and welcoming atmosphere.

The centerpiece of the dining room was a large pine table, accompanied by matching chairs, all contributing to the room's rustic appeal. The wood's natural texture and the room's subtle, earthy tones created a sense of warmth and coziness, enhancing the intimate atmosphere set by the candlelight.

"You can sit wherever you like," you offered, gesturing to the table.

Jake looked around, then asked, "Where do you normally sit?"

You pointed to a specific chair. "When family is here, I sit at the head of the table."

"Then I'll sit next to you," he decided.

As you moved to navigate around Jake, he unexpectedly stepped in front of you, prompting you to stop and look up at him.

"Y/N…" Jake began, but his words were interrupted as Chuck re-entered the room, prompting you both to step apart.

"Here's your beer, Sir," Chuck said, extending the beverage to Jake.

Jake took the beer with a nod of gratitude. "Thank you."

"Dinner will be served shortly," Chuck announced, ready to bring in the meal.

"Great, thanks, Chuck," you replied, appreciating Chuck's help and timing as you sat down in the chair.

The interruption had momentarily paused your conversation with Jake, but as Chuck went back to the kitchen, there was a brief moment of silence between you two.

You looked at Jake, sensing there was something he wanted to say. "You were about to say something?" you prompted gently, encouraging him to continue.

Jake took a sip of his beer, gathering his thoughts. "I was just going to say… it's really nice here. You've done an amazing job with this place. It feels like a real home," he responded as he sat down in the chair to the left of you.

You smiled, touched by his words. "Thanks, Jake. That means a lot. I wanted to create a place that felt welcoming and comfortable."

The conversation was interrupted again as Chuck returned, this time with bowls of chili. The savory aroma filled the room.

"I'll leave you two to catch up," Chuck said and left.

Jake's gaze lingered on his wife, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Guilt crept in as he remembered how upset he had been when she chose not to quit school after their loss. It was a difficult time, and the distance that had grown between them in the past four years felt more profound in this moment of reflection.

He sighed, his eyes wandering over the dining room. Despite everything, he couldn't help but feel impressed by what you had accomplished in their time apart. The home you had built was a testament to you resilience and dedication. It was clear you had considered both their tastes and needs in its design, creating a space that was both a reflection of your strength and a potential haven for your shared future.

Jake's internal struggle was evident as he continued to observe his surroundings. The home spoke volumes about the person you had become in his absence. It was warm, welcoming, and meticulously crafted—a stark contrast to the empty spaces he had grown accustomed to in his military life.

Realizing the gravity of his past decisions and the impact they had on your relationship, Jake turned to you with a newfound sense of understanding and humility. "Y/N," he began, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I've been thinking about everything...about us. I know I haven't been there for you like I should have, especially after...after our loss."

You looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and cautious hope. You could sense the sincerity in his voice, something you hadn't felt from him in a long time.

Jake continued, "I was wrong to expect you to put your life on hold. What you've done here, it's incredible. You've built a life, a home, and I... I want to be a part of it, if you'll have me."

There was a long pause as you processed his words. The pain and misunderstandings of the past few years hung heavily between them, but so did the love and shared history they couldn't deny.

Finally, you spoke, your voice soft but steady. "Jake, I've missed you. I've missed us. But we can't just go back to how things were. We need to rebuild, to learn about each other again."

Jake nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "I agree. I want to do that. I want to understand you, to support you. I want us to be a team again."

You took a moment, collecting you thoughts before asking, "When do you have to go back?"

Jake answered, "I have two weeks until I have to go back."

Hearing this, you met his gaze with a determined look. "Then we'll make it the best two weeks we've got." Your voice carried a mix of resolve and hope, signaling a willingness to make the most of the limited time you had together.

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⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

THIS IS IT

THE LAST ONE

I made it all 31 days without missing any 🎉 thank you so much to any and everyone who has followed along with me as I worked on these. It was both very hard and a lot of fun. I hope you enjoyed them even a fraction as much as I did working on them!

WARNINGS: I attempted to get ever so slightly spicy with this one... prepare to be disappointed

³¹⁾ the backseat of a taxi

Matty swallowed a whine, knowing he needed to be quiet, George’s mouth on his neck as he fell backwards, sprawled out in the backseat of a taxi, thankful for the tinted plastic divider separating them from the driver. Paired with the darkness of the night, Matty hoped that he wouldn’t be able to see just what they were doing exactly. George’s hands were on Matty’s belt buckle and he bit down on George’s shoulder, causing him to let out a squeak as he tried to keep quiet. Matty was breathing heavily and he knew that if the driver looked back at just the right moment for them to be illuminated by a street light that he would most likely slam on the breaks and kick them out of his car. 

He had known that wearing the cowboy costume would get George all riled up, which is half the reason he had done it in the first place. He had seen the way that George had looked at him last year when someone had thrown a furry cowboy hat on stage. This year for Halloween he had found himself a pair of well worn Wranglers, and a pair of square toe boots that were going to be staying in permanent rotation considering how comfortable they were. A large and shiny belt buckle, a soft plaid flannel over a tight white tee shirt and a cowboy hat that he had paid way too much money for on the internet completed his look. 

He was pretty sure that his expensive hat was currently on the footwell of the taxi considering George had all but tackled him into the backseat. They had left the Halloween party early, George unable to keep his eyes, or his hands off Matty as they mingled with their friends. Gabi had smirked at them knowingly as George sat his full bottle of beer on a table, his hand in Matty’s back pocket and announced that they were heading home for the night. It was just barely after ten. Matty was pretty sure they had never left a party, this early, ever. 

George got Matty’s belt unbuckled and fumbled to undo the buttons, cursing softly under his breath as he tugged down the zipper and found that like a real cowboy, Matty wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

“I swear, you’re trying to kill me,” George breathed, kissing his way down Matty’s neck, rucking up his tee shirt so that he could bite at his chest, working his way down his stomach to mouth at the v made by the open fly of his jeans. 

Matty arched his back, whimpering softly in response, George’s warm hand wrapping around his aching cock and squeezing. 

“You have to be quiet,” George said, keeping his hand still, even as Matty’s hips bucked on their own accord, unable to help himself, desperately seeking friction.

Matty nodded, knowing that he needed to be, but that there was absolutely no way he was going to be able to, not with George touching him like that. 

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[castlebyersafterdark]

Opinion on guys who wear long sleeves under shirt sleeves 🎤 that one pic of will has it on my mind and I HATE it

We're talking about his majority of season 4 outfit, right? So conflicted about this one because the brown jeans are a legend, everyone say thank you tight Wranglers for what they've done for us. And the yellow plaid is iconic now, he's cute in plaid and that color... but the extra shirt? Why? It's one thing to layer for function rather than fashion - you do what you need in those cold winters, screw aesthetic and the somewhat uncomfortable feeling those two fabrics layered might give, both being long sleeves. I don't have a huge opinion other than it looking soooo odddd on him in the scenery. Totally nonsensical in the desert heat. Why was Will dressing like that in the California and Nevada sun? Bizarre. Boy had to be suffering. I mean, it does make him look so dorky so I guess it served it's purpose even if it wasn't really serving...

[l1ft-l1ft1ng-l1ft3d]

What I l1ft3d from 4/1/2023 - 4/30/2023

American Eagle Outfitters:

- Rolling Stones oversized crewneck sweatshirt

Barnes & Noble:

- 7 books (4/2/2023)

- Paper Source Scantron tote bag

- San Francisco tote bag

- 6 books (4/6/2023)

- 8 books (4/8/2023)

- 5 books (4/11/2023)

- 7 books (4/16/2023)

- B&N canvas tote bag - black + gold (4/16/2023)

- 4 books (4/17/2023)

- Out of Print Library tote bag

- 7 books (4/22/2023)

- 4 books (4/25/2023)

- 1 book (4/27/2023)

CVS:

- CeraVe Psoriasis Moisturizing Cream

- Get Well greeting card

- Okabashi slides (coral)

- RawSugar Sugar Scrub (Pineapple + Maqui Berry + Coconut)

- Scünci 2-pcs Scrunchies (blue tie-dye + blue paisley)

- Scünci 1-pc Scrunchie (orange + peach tie dye)

- Kitsch satin pillowcase (Aura)

- Weleda Skin Food Light Nourishing Cream

- CeraVe Skin Renewing Night Cream

Dick's Sporting Goods:

- Nike crewneck logo sweatshirt (white)

- 47 Giants pullover hoodie (gray)

- Stanley H2O Quencher H2.0 Tumbler - 40 oz (rose gold)

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (lavender)

- North Face crewneck pullover sweatshirt (marine blue)

- 47 Sacramento Kings long-sleeve graphic t-shirt

- Nike Hydrastrong one-piece swim suit (black)

-  Hydroflask lunch box

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (guava pink)

- Stanley H2O Quencher H2.0 Tumbler - 40 oz (gray)

- The North Face Pride tote bag

- Nike crewneck pullover sweatshirt (beige)

- Stanley 30 oz. Ice Flow Tumbler with Flip Straw (Lavender)

- 2 Adidas hats (blue & pastel green)

- Calia foam slides (gray)

- Body Glide Foot Glide Stick

- SKLZ Targeted Massage Ball

Hobby Lobby:

- Metal Earth 1908 Ford Model T Steel Model Kit (for Dad)

- Metal Earth 1965 Ford Mustang Steel Model Kit (for Dad)

- GellyRoll Moonlight Gel Pen set (10 pcs)

- Perler Clear Pegboards (5 pcs.)

- Perler 6000 beads bag

- Dumbo applique patch

- Winnie the Pooh Iron-On Patch Set

- Peanuts Iron-On patch

- Fabric remnant (black + white dogs)

Hollister:

- Matisse graphic t-shirt

- Sunset tie-dye hoodie

Home Goods:

- Porter 2-pcs Silicone Bags

- Eco Seroa Set of 20 Reusable Kitchen Towels

- OXO Steel Pop Container - 2.1 qt

- OXO Steel Pop Container - 0.2 qt

- Progressive silicone microwave turntable protector

J.C. Penney:

- 2 pairs Adidas tennis shoes

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (gray)

- Wrangler High Rise Vintage 3" Shorts (black)

- Wrangler Roll Shorts

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts

- 4 Levi's graphic t-shirts (black, navy, orange, lime green)

- Wrangler crop graphic t-shirt (pale yellow)

- Wrangler graphic t-shirt (gray)

- ANA 1/2 button down tunic blouse (army green)

- Puma DryCell athletic shorts

- Levi's 711 Skinny jeans

- Wrangler High Rise Rodeo Straight Crop jeans

- 3 Levi's t-shirts (2 white / 1 blue)

- Wrangler t-shirt (rust)

- Levi's 501 Original jeans (gray)

- Rebok leggings

- Rebok sports bra

- ANA short sleeve t-shirt

Lowe's:

- Style Selections Plastic Soap Dish

- Yardsmith Hand Tool Weeder (** for Mom **)

- 2 packs of weed whacker "string"

Macy's:

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (blue + white stripes)

- Calvin Klein Performance quarter zip hoodie (gray)

- Levi's cropped peasant blouse (cream)

- Levi's graphic crewneck sweatshirt (navy)

- Levi's High Rise Mom Jean Shorts

- And Now This bodysuit (black)

- Rebok full-zip hoodie (tangerine)

- Levi's High Rise Mom Jeans (distressed)

- Levi's white button down linen short sleeve shirt

- Levi's ribbed t-shirt (pink + white stripes)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (periwinkle)

- Jenni short pajama set (chambray)

- Ralph Lauren terry cloth bathrobe (white)

- Ralph Lauren light bathrobe (gray)

- Levi's Ex-Boyfriend Trucker Jacket (cream)

- Levi's ribbed scoop-neck crop t-shirt (blue, yellow, lime green)

- And Now This bodysuit (cream)

- Ralph Lauren light bathrobe (navy)

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (gray w/white stripes)

- Levi's 501 Shorts (medium blue denim)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (cream)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (olive)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts (light blue)

- Levi's corduroy jacket w/sherpa collar

- Rebok full-zip sweatshirt (lavender)

- Ralph Lauren button-down sleep shirt (blue + white stripes)

- Short-sleeve + shorts pajama set (flowers + smiley faces)

- Levi's 501 Skinny jeans

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (*** For Mom! ** pink + blue paisley - size M)

- Ralph Lauren button-down sleep shirt (pink + white stripes)

- Levi's ribbed scoop-neck shirt (blue + white stripes)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (pea green)

- Calvin Klein Performance ribbed v-neck long sleeve shirt (gray)

- Columbia microfleece full zip sweater (hot pink)

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (navy blue + white polka dots - capri bottoms)

- Levi's graphic t-shirt (salmon)

- Levi's flannel button-down shirt (brown, black + white)

- Columbia full zip fleece sweater

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (blue + white paisley)

- 2 Wacoal bras

- Ralph Lauren pajama set (pink + blue paisley)

- Levi's ribbed button-down t-shirt

- Levi's flannel button down shirt

Michael's Crafts

- Scotch Thermal Laminator

Target:

- EOS Shea Better 24H Moisture Body Lotion (Vanilla Cashmere)

- E.L.F. Luminous Putty Primer

- Bananagrams game

- Brita Elite 10 Cup water filtration pitcher

- Byoma Balancing Face Mist

- Byoma Melting Balm Cleanser

- Mielle Rosemary Mint Strengthening Hair Masque

- TruSkin Vitamin C Super Serum +

- Rowenta X-Cel Steam Easy garment steamer

- TruSkin Vitamin C Facial Serum

- Threshold recycled glass soap dish

- Good Chemistry Magnolia Violet perfume

- E.L.F Luminous Putty Primer

- ColourPop Feather Effect Styling Wax

- ColourPop Feather Effect Brow Brush

- OXO 3-Piece Suction Bath Set

- C4 Ultimate Pre-Workout (Icy Blue Razz)

- Keurig Descale & Cleanse Starter Kit

- Squatty Potty Bamboo Flip stool

- Peds Mid Cut socks (6 pack)

- Pacifica Indian Coconut Nectar perfume

- Hero Rescue Balm

- Pixi On-the-Glow Bronze (Rich Glow)

- Pixi On-the-Glow Blush (Juicy)

- Pixi On-the-Glow Blush (Ruby)

- Revlon Oil Absorbing Roller

- Revlon Facial Roller Refill

- EcoTools Body Gua Sha

- OXO 3-Piece Bath Suction Set

- OXO Hair Catch Drain Protector

- OXO 7-Piece Clip Set

Ulta:

- Philosophy Amazing Grace Eau de Parfum

- Philosophy Amazing Grace Shampoo, Bath & Shower Gel

- Mario Badescu Facial Spray with Aloe, Herbs and Rosewater

- Hero Force Shield Superfood Serum Stick

- Bumble & Bumble BB Bond-Building Repair Oil Serum

- Bumble & Bumble BB Hairdresser's Invisible Oil

- Fur Oil (2.5 FL oz.)

- Drunk Elephant Lippe Balm

- Mario Badescu Drying Lotion

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Smoothing Shampoo

- Lanolips Lip Water

- Bumble & Bumble Bb Hairdresser's Invisible Oil Heat/UV Protective Primer

- Cosrx Advanced Snail Peptide Eye Cream

- Drunk Elephant C-Tango Multivitamin Eye Cream

- Lanolips Glossybalms (Berry)

Walgreen's:

- Aveeno Eczema Therapy Rescue Relief Treatment Gel Cream

- Microban 24 Hour Sanitizing Spray (Citrus Scent)

- CeraVe Healing Ointment (5 oz.)

- Shea Moisture 100% Pure Jamaican Black Castor Oil

- Billie Razor Dream Pop Starter Kit

- Billie Razor Malibu travel razor case

- Differin Dark Spot Correcting Serum

- La Roche-Posay Toleriane Double Repair Matte Moisturizer

- Kristin Ess Weightless Hydration Daily Scalp + Hair Mask

- Olay Hyaluronic Nourishing + Hydrating Body Lotion

- CoverGirl Color Correcting Serum Moisturizer Primer (Redness Neutralizer)

- Essie Hard To Resist Advanced nail strengthener

- Essie Speed-Setter top coat

- The Honest Co. Gently Nourishing Bubble Bath (Sweet Almond)

- Olly Extra Strength Sleep gummies (70-count)

- Scünci 5-Pcs Headwraps

- Dr. Bronner's Lavender Organic Hand Sanitizer

- G2 Limited Edition Mineral Art Premium Gel Roller pens (4-count)

- Aveno Daily Moisturizing Body Oil Mist

- Gimme Thick Hair bands (6 pcs - black)

- The Original Make Up Eraser 7- Day Set (black)

- Shea Moisture Pink Himalayan Salt Relaxing Bar Soap

- Goli Ashwaganda Gummies

- Scünci 5-piece headwraps

VS Pink:

- Embroidered Logo crewneck pullover sweatshirt

- Logo full zip sweater (pink)

- Logo full zip sweater (cream)

- Flared yoga pants w/fold-over waistband

-  Black leggings

- Short pajama set

Total: 245 items

[mxdimitrescu]

Shy Reunion

Synopsis: Blue is the twin of Dinah, a former member of Fifth Harmony, and was forced to attend to a reunion with Dinah.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Lauren Jauregui x Blue Hansen

(Masterlist)

The quiet stillness of the room was abruptly shattered by the insistent ring of a phone, eliciting a groan from beneath the covers of the bed. Slowly, a hand emerged from the depths of the blankets, fumbling until it grasped the phone and brought it to an ear.

"Hello?" a rough, raspy voice mumbled.

"Blue, answer your damn door. Why the hell isn't your doorbell working? I've been knocking for the past 15 minutes," came the irritated voice on the other end.

Startled, Blue peeked out from under the covers, now noticing the persistent knocking in the living room.

'Huh, how did I not hear that?' she wondered.

"I'll be there in a moment," Blue huffed as she sat up in bed, ending the call and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She grabbed a discarded black shirt from the floor and pulled it on before making her way to the front door.

Opening it revealed her sister, Dinah, standing on the other side.

"Blue Hansen! It's 2 in the afternoon and you're still in bed?" Dinah exclaimed, clearly bewildered.

Blue stepped aside to let Dinah in, closing the door behind her. "I've been up until like 4 working on my book," she explained with a yawn, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

Dinah hummed in understanding as she headed to the kitchen in search of food, while Blue retreated back to her room, slipping back under the cozy blankets. However, her brief respite was interrupted when Dinah barged into her room with a box of Oreos and flopped down on top of her, eliciting a groan of annoyance from Blue.

"What are you doing here?" Blue asked, slightly exasperated.

Dinah took a bite of her Oreo before replying, "Well, my dear twin, today is the Fifth Harmony reunion."

At the mention of the reunion, Blue's interest piqued. "You guys getting back together?" she inquired eagerly.

Dinah chuckled. "No, but we're getting together for old times' sake."

Disappointed by the news, Blue slumped back down. "Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with the girls?"

Dinah's expression turned pleading. "Actually, can you come with me? I don't want to go by myself."

Blue hesitated for a moment, but Dinah's relentless bouncing on her back convinced her to relent.

"Fine," she finally relented.

Dinah cheered and quickly got Blue ready, instructing her to shower and providing her with an outfit. After a quick shower, Blue emerged from her room dressed in the clothes Dinah had laid out for her—a pair of dark green overalls, a faded black Guns N' Roses shirt, and black Converse shoes. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusted her black cap, and nodded in approval before joining Dinah in the living room.

Together, they headed out to Blue's car, a 2024 Jeep Wrangler, and set off to meet the girls at a diner, singing along to their favorite tunes along the way.

Meanwhile, at the diner, Lauren, Ally, and Normani were catching up after five years of hiatus. As they chatted, they were interrupted by the sound of music outside. Peering through the window, they saw a jeep pull into the parking lot, blaring their song "Kings & Queens." To their surprise, Dinah emerged from the vehicle, waving excitedly as she entered the diner.

"Dinah, you really know how to make an entrance," Lauren teased, earning a laugh from Dinah.

"Yeah, blame it on Blue. She insisted on finishing the song," Dinah explained, shrugging as they settled back into their booth.

"Blue?" Ally inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Before Dinah could respond, another voice chimed in, causing Lauren's jaw to drop slightly.

Standing before them was a striking figure—tall, with tan skin, hazel eyes, and a muscular build that was hard to miss. Lauren couldn't help but notice how attractive she was.

"Sorry, I got carried away wanting to see everyone," Dinah apologized sheepishly, drawing attention to the newcomer.

So, this was Blue. Lauren's mind raced with questions—was she Dinah's girlfriend?

Quickly recovering, Dinah introduced her. "Guys, meet my twin, Blue!"

Twin? Lauren's confusion only grew. How had they never heard of her before?

Blue seemed shy, offering a timid wave and a simple greeting. Lauren exchanged glances with Normani and Ally, all equally puzzled by the newcomer.

"How have we never met Blue before?" Ally asked, echoing Lauren's thoughts.

Dinah explained, "She was always traveling whenever you guys were around."

As Blue joined them at the table, the conversation shifted to her work. Normani inquired about her occupation, prompting Blue to reveal she was a writer.

"She's an author, with several published books," Dinah proudly announced, prompting a blush from Blue.

"Any books I might have read?" Ally inquired eagerly, her eyes lighting up with interest.

"The Chronicles of Mythology series," Dinah responded, her words causing Lauren's eyes to widen in surprise.

Ally's eyes widened in recognition. "The Chronicles of Mythology series? I love that!"

"I love that series!" Lauren exclaimed with a wide smile, earning a quizzical eyebrow raise from Blue.

With hope in her voice, Lauren added, "I hope, if you don't mind, signing my books one day?"

Blue, clearly growing more comfortable, nodded warmly. "Of course, anything for my fans. Bring your books next time, and I'll sign them."

She couldn't contain her excitement—Lauren squealed with delight, realizing her favorite author was sitting right next to her. Glancing at Dinah, who seemed puzzled by Lauren reaction, she shot her a glare.

"What did I do?" Dinah asked, genuinely bewildered.

"You knew I love that series and knew she wrote it," Lauren huffed, turning to face Blue. With a mischievous wink, she silently communicated her amusement, causing Blue to stifle her laughter.

As the conversation with Blue flowed effortlessly, Lauren found herself completely engrossed in her company. While the other girls chatted amongst themselves, Lauren couldn't help but be drawn to this captivating woman.

"And then Dinah, being the crackhead she is, ran through the living room and straight into the sliding glass door and fell down. She couldn't tell that the sliding door was there," Blue recounted with a laugh, triggering Lauren's laughter.

"That sounds like Dinah, for sure," She chuckled, shaking her head at the mental image.

Their private moment was interrupted by a voice breaking through the comfortable atmosphere. "Hey Blue, Lauren, it's getting late, we should head home."

They both frowned as they glanced at the time, and Lauren was shocked to see it was already 6 o'clock.

Blue and Lauren had been so engrossed in their conversation that time had flown by without them even realizing it. But Lauren didn't want it to end.

Softly, Lauren frowned, her gaze dropping to the floor until a hand gently lifted my chin. She looked up to meet Blue's eyes, her smile instantly warming her heart.

"Can I have your number? I want to continue our conversation, I really enjoyed it," Blue asked shyly.

Lauren couldn't help but smile widely, nodding in agreement. She retrieved my phone, and so did she, and we exchanged them. Lauren added herself as "Lauren💚" in her phone before handing it back. When she returned my phone, Lauren couldn't help but chuckle at the contact name she'd chosen for herself—"Fav Author📖".

As they all stood up from their seats, they shared hugs and promises to keep in touch and meet up whenever they could. Ally and Normani headed off to their cars, leaving Dinah, Blue, and Lauren behind. Despite wanting to stay, she couldn't help but frown at the thought of leaving Blue's side.

Noticing Lauren's reluctance to leave, Dinah chimed in, "Hey Lauser, Blue lives here, like 15 minutes from here. Y'all can hang out whenever."

Lauren smiled at the thought, glancing up at Blue, who was already looking down at her.

"I don't mind. We should hang out whenever."

Nodding in agreement, Lauren hugged Blue tightly, feeling the warmth of Blue's muscles beneath her clothing as they embraced. Their hug lingered until Dinah's cough broke the moment, leaving Blue blushing as Lauren pulled away.

Giving Dinah a playful glare, Lauren waved at the twins before turning to Blue. "I'll text you later?" She asked, met with a soft nod and a smile from Blue.

As Lauren climbed into her car and drove away, she caught sight of Blue punching Dinah's arm playfully, both of them blushing. With a smile, Lauren left the diner parking lot, already looking forward to seeing Blue again.

[natikoko]

Marlon (my agent 8)stuff, because why not

Out of my main agents, I feel like I don’t talk about Marlon nearly as much as I should, so, here’s her background and everything else

Marlon (Last name unknown). 21 years old. She/her

- 5’9ft

- A common foot soldier in the Octarian military. Was sent on a scouting mission when she encountered agent 3 (Tilly) and fell into the Deepsea metro.

- Doesn’t remember much from her past, but still retains mentality and muscle memory. Unconsciously remains tense and laser focused oftentimes. Took awhile to shake the mentality of “there’s hundreds of foot soldiers, one loss doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things.”

- Her bond with Tilly is undoubtedly her most important relationship. She loves Adrian (agent 4) so dearly, but it’s something between her and Tilly that can’t be replicated. It’s a tender understanding and influence that Marlon has trouble expressing.

- Doesn’t see much combat in the NSS anymore. Mainly works as the Squidbeak Splatoon’s resident medic

• patched up Tilly’s sprained tentacle in Alterna which led to major flirting and maybe some smooching

- Doesn’t really care for gender norms. Named herself Marlon after watching the Splatoon equivalent of Marlon Brando films after surfacing

- Level-headed but emotionally withdrawn. Her time in the Metro become an unspoken event between her and Tilly, mostly because Tilly doesn’t wanna upset her

• she’s working on it, though!

- is remarkably strong. Could crush a watermelon with her arms

- no sense of fashion whatsoever. Wears exclusively professional attire or else she’ll wear a trenchcoat and Hawaiian shirt with wrangler jeans outside

- Works with Sheldon at AmmunoKnights

- Her literal dream job btw

- Lives with Tilly and Adrian (agent 4). Used to live with Off the Hook and consistently visits. She owes her life to them

- Is protective of her friends and caretakers, and sees them as the first (and last) remnants of family she can’t afford to lose

- unnaturally perceptive with a strong sense of right or wrong

- Has chronic pain from the constant explosions in the metro. It’s sometimes debilitating, so she stays in bed stiff and feeling as if she’s being ripped apart. Tilly and Adrian is always there with a heating pack and some comfort food

- Initiated the relationship between Tilly and Adrian because these two are so painful with their emotions I mean it’s so obvious it almost hurts

- hates pictures for some reason

- Doesn’t do Turf War or ranked a lot because of the connotation with the metro. If she did, her anarchy status would be A+

- Has a motherly relationship with Neo Agent 3 (Ian) and is very close with him

- Plays the piano really well

- Drinks socially. Is a very rambunctious drunk. Once joined a crusty seanwich sponsored eating contest and almost died. Adrian has photography evidence

- Has plenty of propane tanks laying around

[the-autistic-agoraphobe]

Autistic April Day 1: My Special interests

Image Descriptions:

1: "My special Interests" is written in black text on a rainbow background.

2: Boo is a 1998 furby with a whie tail and tuft of hair on her head. She has white ears. Her fur is white wool except for on her belly where it is cream white fur. Her face plate and eyelids are white. Her eyes are blue and his beak is a orangish yellow colour. Her feet are both white and she is wearing a a daisy earring on each ear. The daisy earrings have a yellow centre with white petals. She is a string of pearls around her neck. The pearls are pale blue and white. There is also a blue and white cross charm on the neck lace. She is also wearing a dark green knitted shawl that is knitted in garter stitch and is fastened up with a light brown button. Boo is wearing a grey shirt and a pair of black shoes with buckles. There is black text above Boo that says "furbys"

3: This is a picture of what I would look like if I was a Bluey character. This is a dark brown cartoon dog infront of a tree. She has long brown hair and freckles on her face. Her belly and feet are a different shade of brown. There is black text that says "Bluey" near her.

4: There is an infinity symbol that is half red and half gold on a dark brown background. "Autism"  is written in black text on the picture.

5: There is a rectangular wooden board on a table the shows how to finger spell the word "Auslan" There is black text on the picture that says "(Australian Sign Language)"

6: Sir Quackington and a yellow rubber ducky. He is wearing a black top hat and a black knitted scarf around his neck. Under him  is a note written in black pen. The note says "you have been ducked! Dear Jeep owner allow me to introduce myself. My name is Sir Quackington and I am pleased to be acquainted with you." He is sitting on the bonnet of a white Jeep Wrangler. There is black text on the image that says "duck duck jeep"

7: There is a pair of fingerless mittens that are knitted from various coloured yarn. The is black text that says "textile crafts I spun the wool and knitted these gloves myself."

8: There is a video game animal crossing avatar standing infront of a house. The fence infront of the house is made from large colourful Easter eggs. There is a grey brick path leading up to the front door of the house. Beside the path is a pile of yellow autumn leaves. On the other side of the path there are three rabbit statues. One rabbit is brown, the other is white and the other is brown with a white cheast. My avatar is smiling and has her brown hair done up in a bun. She is wearing a green dress with white overalls over it. There is black text on the image that says "animal crossing"

9:There are a list of prompts for each day of the month for Autistic April. The top and bottom of the image is light purple and the middle part of the image is white with black text on it. The black text says "Autistic April 2024 Prompts: 1: Special interests 2: How you found out you were Autistic 3: your favourite stim 4: alternative forms of communication 5: your favourite fidget toys 6: textures you hate 7: safe foods 8: other disabilities you have 9: LBGTQI+ 10: childhood special interests11: comfort items 12: your favourite Autistic celebrities or characters13: unmasking 14: sensory aids 15: misdiagnosis 16: Autism friendly places 17: Disability support you have received 18: animals 19: favourite thing about being Autistic 20: echolalia 21: idenity first or Person first language 22: the spoon theory

23: colours that represent Autism (not blue) 24: Autistic owned small businesses 25: meltdowns and/or shutdowns 26: Your clothing prefences 27: Self care 28: Relatable Autism memes 29: Accessibility 30: routines" There is an infinity symbol that is half red and half gold on the top right corner of the white section. End Descriptions.

[beenovel]

So a day or so ago I drove past a pile of stuff on the side of the road by a cow pasture near my house. I saw a chair. Naturally I stopped to get it and also pick through the pile. Here is a list of what I got, as well as pictures at the end:

a red chair (with pillow) (without legs)

Kitchenware: cuisinart crepe pan, a wok, metal tray for double boiling pudding cups (at least that’s what I’m planning on using it for)

Clothes:

A wool/angora blend knitted jumper

A very heavy Croft and Barrow jacket

A teal puffer

Shirts with sizes: blue and white pinstripes L, grey and blue tiny plaid L, light pink and blue L, red and blue plaid L, pink blue orange yellow red plaid L, AC/DC L, Wrangler L, striped rugby shirt XL, Eddie Bauer L,

A pair of very fabulous gray and red plaid pants

Very summery shorts

4 suspenders

Black slacks

Brown vest

Ran out of room so I’m going to have to reblog with the other pictures

[brunette-barbie4562]

Uncharted (Duff McKagan X OC)

Summary: Unsure of her next steps in life, Carreen Joy "CJ" Thompson finds herself taking a job working under the Guns N' Roses bassist Duff McKagan during the Not in the Lifetime... Tour. She faces the fast-paced and foreign world of rock n' roll, touring, and groupies, as well as blossoming taboo feelings for her boss.

-

4

February 2018

On I-5 headed south to Redding, CA

CJ sat in the passenger seat of her aunt’s SUV, looking out the window at the passing snowy landscape. Her expression was blank, and she was silent, but inside she was having a meltdown and trying to not let it leak out onto her face.

“You ok?” She wanted to turn and snap at her aunt in panic induced frustration but held her tongue.

“Ya, just tired and sore. I want to get home and go to bed.” She winced in pain as she shifted her broken wrist which was now in a cast and sling. Thankfully, her hip was just badly bruised. However, her broken bone and bruises were the least of her concerns. Her initial shock had worn off and now her mind was racing. Three months pregnant and she had no fucking clue. There was a whole ass person in there. The doctor had given her an ultrasound picture to take, and she was shocked at how formed and human-like the fetus looked. The size of a peach, is what the doctor had said. There had been no indications. Her stomach was still flat, she hadn’t been sick, and nothing felt different. She had been fatigued, but with the depression she had been in for the past couple of months, that wasn’t abnormal.

What was she going to do? She was still having a hard time believing it. She had not been on birth control during the time she and Duff had been together. She had decided against it when he had told her he had a vasectomy. Another poor choice.

CJ had always been unsure about children. She enjoyed spending time with kids, but the idea of being a mother had frightened her for most of her life, and she could not completely articulate why. Deep down, she knew a part of her had always been irrationally afraid that she would be a bad mother, much like her own. She was still unsure. She knew she had options, but her mind was reeling too rapidly for her to think straight about it. She was just focused on keeping her breathing calm and not appearing outwardly distressed to her aunt.

She could not call him. She would not. Fuck him. This was none of his business. He wanted nothing to do with her, that had been clear. At the thought, tears welled up in her eyes. She discreetly wiped them away.

“I can clean and put up your gear if you wanna go in and rest.” CJ surfaced from her own thoughts to the sound of Mindy’s voice and realized they were home.

“Thanks,” she said, managing a small smile of gratitude towards her aunt before hopping out of the car. Her own car, an older model black Jeep Wrangler, pulled up with Michelle sitting in the driver’s seat. CJ stiffly made her way to the front door and unlocked it. The house was warm and inviting. She went to set her discharge paperwork down on the kitchen table and then thought better of it. She did not need her aunt or Michelle looking through it. She hobbled to her room and quickly shut the door behind her. She needed solitude to think clearly. With her good hand, she slowly pulled all of her clothes off and made her way over to the dresser to grab a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt. On the way, she passed by the full-length mirror on the wall. She looked pitiful. Her face was marred with exhaustion and her dark black and purple bruised hip looked gross. She cringed at her own appearance but took a closer look at herself. She tried to see some sign of pregnancy on her body, turning to the side. She ran her hand down her breasts and stomach. Everything looked and felt the same, there was not even a hint of a bump. She wanted to believe that the doctor was wrong. Doctors get things wrong sometimes. That’s what she was going to tell herself so she could lay down and get some much-needed sleep. She’d go get a second opinion later this week. She tried not to think about the ultrasound picture still in her pants pocket on the floor with the clear, undisputable proof.

CJ managed to dress herself and crawled into her bed. Any concerns about being unable to sleep melted away as her exhaustion took over and she drifted into slumber.

-

May 2017

Conrad Dublin Hotel / Dublin, Ireland

CJ woke up with a start. For a moment she was confused as to where she was. Her memory came rushing back to her and she glanced over at the bedside clock to see it was 10:00 A.M. She lay there for a moment in the darkness and solitude of her room. The soft white noise of the air system made her want to roll back into the soft blankets and fall back asleep. She had expected to have some trouble falling asleep last night due to jet lag, but she had been so exhausted it hadn’t mattered. She must have fallen asleep soon after her head hit the pillow.

She slowly sat up and looked at her phone. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the screen to see no notifications. She thought about texting Axl to let him know she was awake but figured it would be better to wait. She needed to make herself look presentable if she’d be meeting people today. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and got up to rummage through her bag for her makeup.

-

Duff knocked on the door of Axl’s suite, looking around the empty hallway as he waited for him to answer. The door opened and revealed Beta. She smiled up at him and said,

“Morning Duff, come on in.”

“How are you today, Beta,” he said as he walked through the doorway.

“I’m well.” He spotted Axl sitting at his desk, working on his laptop. There was a spread of fruit and pastries on the nearby counter. He swiped a chocolate glazed croissant before taking a seat on the couch next to Axl, who had yet to look away from the screen. Duff took a bite of his croissant and said,

“So, where’s this assistant?” Axl stopped what he was doing and looked over at him.

“Sleeping still, I think.” Duff thought back again to the days and nights they spent on Sunset and Mindy Thompson’s frequent glares of annoyance at him.

“I’m surprised Mindy allowed him to come out here to work for me. She never did like me much.”

“Her, it’s a her. And I didn’t tell Mindy it was for you.” Duff almost choked on his croissant.

“A her?!” Axl gave him a look of annoyance.

“Ya it’s her niece.” Duff had heard the name CJ and assumed it was a man.

“You didn’t tell me you got me a female personal assistant.”

“I didn’t think it mattered.” Wide-eyed Duff said,

“It absolutely does matter, Axl.”

“It’ll be fine.” Duff took a deep breath to calm his flare of anger at Axl’s dismissiveness. He found himself again wishing he had just taken the task of finding an assistant into his own hands.

“It will not be fine. You know what people will say if I have a young woman trailing me all over the place on tour.” He could see the tabloid and online forum headlines now. Headlines his family would see. Headlines Mindy would see about her precious niece and undoubtedly call to chew him out over. Axl’s phone lit up and he opened it to look.

“Oh good, she’s awake, I’ll tell her to come over so you two can meet and you can show her the ropes.” He opened his mouth as if to respond, but he couldn’t say anything, in disbelief over the entire situation. Axl saw the frustration in his face and said, “It’ll be great.” Duff couldn’t help but slightly raise his voice.

“I’ll look like a fucking creep. Like I’ve hired a personal bang maid to follow me around on tour.”

“Oh please, you’re overthinking it.” Duff was starting to see red.

“I’m not over-” A knock on the door cut him off. Instead of waiting for Beta, Axl jumped up and went to the door to open it.

“Hey CJ,” he spoke warmly as he appeared to hug the figure in the doorway, “come on in.” Axl shifted out of the way and in walked the brunette he had seen in the hallway the night before. The voice of the devil on his shoulder entered his head. She’d make a good little bang maid. He pushed his dark thoughts to the back of his mind as she approached him with a shy smile. She stood tall for a woman and her brown leather heeled boots boosted her up enough so that she nearly met his gaze head on. She wore a pair of black tight pants that hugged her curves and a loose-fitting white long-sleeved V-neck blouse. Her face appeared as beautiful as the night before, framed by her thick hip-length hair, and accented with light makeup. The sheen of her glossed plump lips caught his eye.  God damn he was in trouble.

-

“CJ meet Duff, Duff meet CJ.” Axl sounded pleased with himself as he moved to sit back down at his computer with a smirk. CJ recognized the tall blonde immediately from the hallway the night before. When she met his green gaze, she felt her heart quicken and a wave of butterflies rise in her stomach. It was a feeling almost completely unfamiliar to her in a context that wasn’t due to fear-induced adrenaline. CJ had a few boyfriends in high school and college, but none of them had induced such a strong physical response. She may have turned and run from him if he didn’t exude such a strong feeling of safety. He held his hand out to her and said,

“It’s nice to meet you CJ.” She took his hand to shake it and felt the rough texture of his fingers. She looked back up at his face and there was a roguish glint in his eyes that intensified the butterflies in her stomach.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” She suddenly felt shy. Axl spoke up and saved her as she tried to think of what to say next. He spoke more directly to her, rather than Duff.

“You two take some time to get acquainted. We have a group dinner planned for tonight in the restaurant downstairs at 6:00. You’ll get to meet most of the others there.” Duff moved past her towards the door and said,

“We’ll see you then,” He smiled at her and said, “C’mon kiddo, I’ll show you the ropes.” CJ shot one last smile of gratitude back at Axl before turning and following. They left the room, with CJ trailing behind Duff.

“So, did you have any trouble getting here?” She caught up so she was walking beside him.

“No, no trouble. I flew out of Sacramento, so there was a layover, but it wasn’t bad.” He approached a suite door and swiped his card. The door clicked open. His room was similar to Axl’s, and she was yet again impressed with the luxury. Duff tossed his key card down on the marble counter of the mini bar and went to open the curtains. The room was neat and looked barely lived in. It was set up be a living room area. There were a few sofas, a flat screen, and a small office space in the corner. As Duff pulled back the curtains, the sun spilled in, temporarily blinding her until her eyesight adjusted.

“Sacramento? Is that where Mindy ended up?” With his question about her aunt, CJ snapped out of her wonderment at the size of the hotel room.

“Redding.” Duff turned to look at her with a slight smirk.

“I never thought Mindy would end up in a place like Redding.” CJ didn’t know whether he was being offensive or not.

“What do you mean by that?” Duff heard the slight defensiveness in her tone and turned to look at her with a smile.

“Nothing, I just meant someplace so rural.” CJ did not want to elaborate as to why her aunt had left the busy city life of the Sunset Strip for a quiet life in the backwoods.

“It’s beautiful there, a lot of places to hike and explore.”

“It is,” he said, opening the fridge and grabbing a soda. “Want one?”

“I’ll take a water, thanks.” He grabbed a bottle out and got up to hand it to her. As he entered her space again, she felt the butterflies re-ignite inside of her. He sat down on the couch and opened a laptop sitting on the coffee table. She stood there, feeling awkward, unsure if he wanted her to sit with him. He looked up at her from underneath a tuft of blonde hair with amusement.

“You can sit, I won’t bite.”

“That’s not what my aunt says.” The words had playfully left her mouth before she had even thought about it. Now she was mortified with herself. To her relief, he began to laugh and did not appear offended.

“Mindy would say that. Now come sit.” CJ set her bag down on the side table and sat down on the couch next to him, hyper aware of her closeness to him. She needed to get over whatever it was she was feeling and focus. She was here to do a job. As the computer booted up, Duff said,

“Did you grow up there?” She realized he was talking about Redding and didn’t know how to answer the question, not wanting to get into her childhood with someone who was basically a stranger.

“Yes, well sort of. From the time I was about 7.” She was saved from any potential follow-up questions when the desktop flashed on, a picture of what appeared to be a much younger Duff, with two small girls, one blonde and one brunette, hanging off of him. All three had grins on their faces.

“Those are my daughters, Grace and Mae.” CJ smiled and said,

“They’re so cute!”

“They’re 19 and 16 now, hopefully you’ll be able to meet them at some point. They have all their own activities going on and things with their mom, it’s hard to find a time they can both come out.” His mind appeared to be elsewhere for a brief moment before he snapped out of it and re-focused on the computer. “I’ll give you a run down of everything my old assistant used to do. I don’t think you should have any trouble, it’s pretty simple stuff.” He opened his email. “He’d usually start the day by checking and answering emails or making phone calls if it is needed. Some of them might be interview or partnership requests. Before you answer those, you can run them by me.”

“Seems like what I’d do at my aunt’s office. A lot of emails and phone calls.”

“It is,” he said, “Most of what you’ll do is during shows. I do a few wardrobe and guitar changes. So before shows you’ll get everything together that I need to bring to the venue and help me change and swap out guitars during the show.” The prospect of helping him change his clothing made CJ’s face redden. “I’ll give you a list of the things I’ll need before the show, so you’ll know. It’s most of the same stuff every time.” He appeared to think for a moment before continuing. “Other than that, there’s not much else. Sometimes I need someone to run small errands, like to get coffee, but that’s usually only on show days.”

“Sounds good to me. Whatever you need from me.” He flashed her a handsome smile that re-awoke the butterflies.

“Just don’t be afraid to ask questions.” Duff turned off his laptop before closing it. “Oh! There is one more thing.” He pulled out his phone and opened Instagram. “I do tend to make my own posts on social media, but sometimes I would have my assistant do it. I’ll take any advice or suggestions you have; social media is not my strong suit. You probably know more about it than I do, seeing as you’re a millennial.” There was a slightly teasing tone to his voice. She laughed and said,

“You’ll be disappointed to know that I barely spend time on social media.”

“Well, you’re still probably quicker at it than I am,” he said with a smirk.

“Ok boomer,” she shot back at him.

“Are you assuming my age right now?”

“Maybe I am.” Pleased with herself for matching his playful banter, CJ was quickly feeling any anxiety or awkwardness left inside of her melt away.

“I’ll email you the login info for all my accounts so you can access them from your laptop and phone. How about starting officially tomorrow?”

“Ya, when should I be up?”

“11:00 is fine. There’s no real rush. But on show days, things are a bit busier. I’ll let you know the day before what the schedule will be.” CJ smiled, relieved that things seemed so laidback. Working for Duff seemed like it was going to be relatively easy and fun. She wasn’t sure what issues her aunt had had with him.

“This is a lot better than working at my aunt’s office.”

“What did you aunt have you doing?”

“A lot of the same things, you know, minus the concerts and traveling. But she can be pretty particular about stuff.” CJ enjoyed working for her aunt, but Mindy could micromanage things when she became anxious or overwhelmed. It was an issue that CJ occasionally had to remind her about so she would back off a bit.

The sound of CJ’s phone ringing in her pocket made her jump. She pulled it out to see Mindy calling. She turned to Duff and said,

“I better take this, or she’ll think I’ve been kidnapped.” CJ answered and put the phone to her ear. “Hey, I was just talking about you.”

“Oh?”

“I’m here with Duff, going over things.” Mindy’s tone changed and she said,

“Not being any trouble, is he?” Before she could answer she felt Duff gently slip the phone from her ear and press it to his own with a mischievous grin, having heard their conversation.

“Mindy, I’m crushed that you think I would cause any trouble for your lovely niece,” he said in a playful tone, side-eying her as he spoke. There was silence on the other end for a moment before CJ heard her aunt speak.

“It’s nice to talk to you again Duff. What has it been? 25, 30 years?”

“27 or 28, I think. God we are old now, aren’t we? Your niece pointed it out to me earlier.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Listen, CJ won’t have any trouble here. She will be taken care of with us, you don’t need to worry.”

“She better McKagan, or it’ll be you I come for.” Instead of continuing to tease her aunt, Duff appeared to shift into speaking in a more serious tone, the playful edge gone.

“I will keep a close eye on her Mindy. Nothing will happen to her. I give you my word. She’s my responsibility.” There was silence on the other end. “I have two of my own, I know how you feel.” That seemed to satisfy her aunt, at least for the time being.

“Thank you,” said Mindy. “Now can I go back to talking to my kid?” He handed the phone back to CJ, the tension broken. As much as CJ appreciated the care for her wellbeing, she suddenly felt like a child. Her aunt tended to baby her and be overprotective, forgetting that she was a 28-year-old woman. It had always been a mild annoyance to CJ, but now it was painfully obvious, and she felt embarrassed. She pressed the phone back to her ear and said,

“Hey, we are finishing up, I’ll call you back when I get to my room.”

-

CJ did not immediately call Mindy back and instead hit the gym to relieve her embarrassment and anger. Her aunt’s overprotectiveness had never been a major issue. She had slowly come to realize that she had led a relatively sheltered life under her care, minus her time in college. It made sense, given her situation with her mother and all the time her aunt had spent worrying about her as a child. She tried to tell herself this as she finished up her workout.

After getting back from the gym she called Mindy, and they had a short conversation about her mini vacation with Michelle. When she got off the phone she considered going and exploring Dublin, but she decided to instead shower and do some afternoon reading before she had to get ready for dinner.

-

It was 5:45 P.M., Duff sat on his bed, dressed and ready for dinner, staring at the contacts list on his phone, debating on whether or not he should text CJ and ask her if she wanted to walk downstairs with him to the restaurant. Although he had acted calmly on the call with Mindy, he had internalized her words, as well as his own. CJ was his responsibility. And he didn’t doubt for a second that Mindy would have his balls if anything actually did happen to her while on tour. But he also didn’t want to seem like he was being a controlling boss or watching her every move. Just act how you would with Grace. As his daughters had grown, he had learned when to back off. But this was not his kid. Definitely not your kid. He quickly stopped his mind from wandering back to his initial attraction to CJ. Going over the job description with her had helped him get on a more professional mindset. Additionally, his conversation with Mindy had forced any dirty thoughts he had to the far back corner of his mind. She’s just a kid. She’s your employee. Treat her as such.

Duff stood up and slipped his phone into his back pocket before grabbing his wallet and leaving the room. The time he had spent debating whether to text CJ became irrelevant when he saw her already standing by the elevator, waiting to go downstairs. She had changed into a long black strapless jumpsuit with a gold chain belt cinched around her waist. She had to have been wearing heels underneath the jumpsuit because she stood almost as tall as him. He took a deep breath. She’s just a kid. She’s your employee. Treat her as such.

CJ had noticed him before he had said anything. She smiled at him and said, “Oh good, I was hoping I’d see someone.” The elevator doors opened, and they stepped in. He turned to her and asked,

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted, “I didn’t know how big of a crowd it would be.”

“It shouldn’t be a lot, just the band members, some of their family members, and some crew members.”

“That sounds like a lot,” she said with a laugh.

“Well don’t worry, you can stick with me, and I’ll introduce you to everyone.” She appeared to visibly relax with that. When the elevator doors opened, Duff was pleased to see the lobby was vacant. The restaurant was across the lobby, and he approached the podium. The hostess must have recognized him and did not ask for identification or name and took them back to the private room Axl had reserved.

Axl was already there with Beta, seated in a lounge chair, drink in hand. He had seen them enter and got up to greet them.

“I’m glad to see you two here,” he turned to CJ speaking more directly to her. “How was your afternoon?”

“It was nice, I just relaxed and did some reading.” Duff made a mental note to ask her at some point about her reading preferences. As CJ continued to chat with Axl, Duff scanned the room. Slash and Meegan were not there yet, but someone else was. He could feel her gaze burning into him. Seated in the corner with a few other crew members was a middle-aged red-headed woman. She had been watching him darkly with her blue gaze, but had also zeroed in on CJ standing next to him. She stood up out of her seat, straightening her champagne-colored dress before striding over towards them. Fuck. As CJ finished her conversation with Axl, she turned back to him. As she opened her mouth to speak to him, she was interrupted by the red head approaching them.

“Hello Duff and….?”

“Hey Vanessa,” he said, forcing a small smile. “This is CJ, my new personal assistant. CJ, this is Vanessa, one of the band photographers.”

“New assistant?” said Vanessa in an overly sweet voice. “What happened to the old one?”

“He had a family emergency,” he said, “Couldn’t make it on this leg of the tour.”

“And where’d you find this one?” Vanessa spoke as if CJ was not standing there. To his surprise, CJ chimed in.

“I’m one of Axl’s friends. It’s nice to meet you.” CJ held out her hand to Vanessa, who paused for a moment before reaching up and stiffly shaking it with a tight smile. Wanting out of the situation, Duff said,

“Well, we’ll go find our seats. It was nice seeing you, Vanessa.” He lightly put his arm around CJ and gently guided her over towards the table where Axl had set his things down and Slash had just arrived at. CJ laughed nervously and said,

“She was um-, nice.” Duff had not thought about having to see Vanessa. They had spent a few nights in bed together on the last leg of the tour, but it had not gone beyond that. She had wanted more from him and become somewhat possessive towards the end of the last leg. He thought maybe with the break things would cool down, but it clearly hadn’t. Having CJ with him almost constantly would just add fuel to the fire. But Duff could not explain this to CJ.

“She’s just, slow to warm up to people.”

Duff took a seat next to CJ at the table, across from Slash and Meegan. Meegan looked up from her menu and said,

“You must be CJ, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m Meegan.” Duff was surprised that Meegan already knew CJ’s name, but she usually seemed to know what was going on, sometimes quicker than he did.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” said CJ.

“CJ, this is Slash, the band’s lead guitarist, and his girlfriend, Meegan Hodges,” said Duff. Slash reached over to shake her hand and said,

“It’s nice to meet you CJ.” He leaned back in his seat with a small smile and said, “Man, I could tell you some stories about your aunt.” Meegan gave him a light playful tap in the ribs and said,

“Leave the girl alone, she doesn’t need to hear about that right now.” Duff met Slash’s gaze and smirked with mutual knowledge. Meegan had spotted the bartender walk behind the counter, ready to take more drink orders. She turned to CJ and said,

“Wanna come get a drink with me?” CJ smiled and nodded. Duff was relieved that she hadn’t been flustered by Vanessa and had found someone to connect with besides himself or Axl. The two women got up and walked towards the bar. Once they were out of earshot, Slash turned to him with a devilish expression.

“You fucking lucky bastard.” Duff knew this was coming with Slash.

“Stop.”

“You cannot tell me that you wouldn’t-”

“Stop.” Slash scoffed at him.

“Oh, come on. If this was 30 years ago, you’d-”

“Stop.”

“I can’t believe that’s Mindy’s kid.”

“Niece, she’s her niece.”

“What’s the situation there?” Duff had wondered that himself. It was not appropriate to ask CJ such a blatant question, but he couldn’t help but wonder how she had ended up in the custody of her aunt as a kid.

“I don’t know.” Slash appeared to resign to the fact that Duff was not going to answer any of his questions. He picked up his menu and opened it with a flourish, eyeing him playfully over the top of it and said,

“Well, you just let me know if anything happens with her.” Duff opened his own menu and looked down at it while saying,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, you don’t know what I’m talking about.” CJ and Meegan returned to the table, each holding a glass of wine, officially ending the conversation. But it didn’t stop Slash from glancing fiendishly at him across the table for the rest of the night.

[shadowthief78]

Haikyuu characters are all so dramatic. Hinata and him wanting to be the ace and yelling at everyone about it, breaking into training camp, and trying to photobomb Kita's interview. Kageyama's whole "I'm setter because setter is te playmaker who touches the ball the most and controls the team." Tsukishima's "just a club" until it isn't and he becomes so impassioned he practocally begs to get put back in uring the Shiratorizawamatch even with an injury, literally the whole Akiteru situation, "Sorry I took your extra special job" to Hinata during the Inarizaki game. Yamaguchi yelling at Tsukki, "What more do you need than pride?" and running to get an AED when Hinata stops breatjing after being reminded of final exams.

Ennoshita's "if I can't get this ball I don't belong on the court" and him being unofficial wrangler of the problem children. Nishinoya in general but 1) "I'm not playing unless I have my (*coughs* boyfriend *coughs*) ace by my side, 2) pouncing on anyone who mentions his height, 3) the whole "guardian deity" thing ("ROLLING THUNDER!!!!") and the joy he takes in being called senpai, 4) Kiyoko (need I say more?) or any other girl giving him the time of day, 5) him deciding to come to Karasuno specifically because of the uniform's cool looks... (I could continue for ages here). Tanaka in general: ripping hia shirt off, screaming every time he hits, shaving his head to show his dedication to the club, the whole Amane "I LOVE ANOTHER!" situation, etc etc etc.

Asahi "I lost one game so I quit volleyball completely and got into such a huge argument over my (*coughs again* boyfriend *cough cough*) libero that he got suspended for a week and we broke a fucking broom handle clean in two. Suga getting scolded for screaming at them for missing two recieves at their first game at Nationals, I think it was, naming every attack, and putting together an inpromptu cheer squad for Yamaguchi during their first Aoba Josai game. Daichi dying, 'nuff said, but also him not-so-subtly threatening to beat the snot out of anyone who misbehaves (dad behavior indeed).

Takeda saying that groveling is one of his talents and offering to pay out ofnpocket for travel expenses 👌. Ukai not wanting to come back as coach to preserve his high school memories of Karasuno and ends up as their coach anyways. Kiyoko saying the only time she'd be caught dead wearing the shirt the club made for her is if her only other choice was to go naked. Yachi getting so worked up about everything she ends up spouting nonsense or about to pass out. Saeko and her insane driving, the tenko drum squad, her arriving late becase she was out drinking til 5am.

Inousuke communicating with Hinata in gibberish. Lev and his ace big talk. Shibayama getting so excited after syncing up with Lev because he was worried about not living up to Yaku's presence. Kenma cursing out gravity when he's tired. Tora and him getting into multiple catfights because of their different personalities and philosophies. Fukunaga splashing them with water multiple times to break up said fights.

Kuroo being a closet dork, him and Yaku insulting each other with science names, the whole "blood, heart, brain" speech. Yaku parenting Lev and literally kicking his ass. Kai being the calm one but only in comparison to them and enabling Fukunaga's water-throwing antics.

Akane leading the cheer squad. Alisa jumping to thinking about being sister-in-laws with her after Lev does something tall. Coach Nekoma and the Battle of the Trash Heap yhat's been in the works since he, a grandpa, was in high school.

Kindaichi telling Kageyama not to apologize becaise he'll win their next match. Kunimi glaring because everything's a chore. Kyoutani and his dramatic entrance and playstyle. Yahaba dropping the nice guy act and doing the kabedon. Oikawa's everything: picture posing, hair styling, Mr. "At least I get to see one of them lose," the nicknames, that one scene where he "hmph!"s in public and tries to cover it up as humming (unsuccessfully). Iwaizumi chucking volleyballs anytime Oikawa gets a big head and being the only one Mad Dog will listen to because he won an arm wrestling competition.

Aone not talking unless to correct someone about Hinata and their super serious bows. Konegawa falling for every taunt that gets thrown his way. Fukutachi and his habit of antagonizing everyone, ever to exist.

Bokuto literally wilting if he doesn't get enough attention, getting excited at the most unusual things, his ace shirt. Akaashi plannihg his entire high school around playing with his husb- I mean, his star. Yukie eating everything in sight.

Ushijima intending on doing literally nothing but who "invites all challengers." Tendou SA-TO-RI and his "Oooooooops!!" Shibaru studying his ass off to go to Shiratorizawa and play "power volleyball" with Ushijima. Goshiki competing over every. Single. Thing. Washijou, the crotchety old geezer, shouting "Superglue! Bird lime!"

Kita seeing everything as not really a big deal but crying when he got named team captain. Osamu and his huge fight because he and Atsume disagreed about whose future was better so they made a deal to compare their lives on their deathbeds and whoever was happiest wins. Atsumu declaring he'd toss to Hinata one day after Inarizaki loses to Karasuno, his soul leaving his body after he messes up post timeskip, and him being a menace and little shit in general. Suna filming all of the twin's fights instead of getting a teacher or trying to deescalate somehow. Aran being forced to play straight man and mediate all the time.

Terushima trying to emulate the sync attack and whiffing the ball. Hana scolding her team's asses and getting them back into shape.

Sakusa grilling Kageyama about every scrap of information about Hinata, carring a lint roller around, bevoming friends with Ushijima because he dried his hands with a handkerchief correctly. Komori being basically his handler because he hates crowds.

Hoshiumi getting upset when Kageyama wasn't in awe of him then getting more upset when he got called a "good reference." Hirugami not realizing that people wouldn't die if he played badly.

They're all drama queens and I love it. Go read Haikyuu!!

[nysocboy]

Adam Devine's Bad Ideas: perfect for a quick, easy Devine fix.

After several bad days, I needed an Adam Devine fix.  Not (just) because of his hotness, because his stuff is always upbeat, with no hatred, no tragedy, no angst (Kelvin is angsty as he gets).  Just whimsical problems, humorous braggadoccio, and homoerotic bonds.  

But I've reviewed most of his movies and tv shows, except for animation, those where he appears for only thirty seconds, and those that aren't available on my streaming services. Should I watch Bumper in Berlin again?  Or an episode of Workaholics?  

Then I saw Bad Ideas with Adam Devine, a reality miniseries.  In each episode, Adam. "the world's greatest movie star, the world's greatest lover, the guy who clearly writes his own intros," teams up with one of his comedian buds (Blake, Anders, Brent Morin, Rebel Wilson) to do something dangerous:

1. Compete in the World's Hottest Pepper Eating Contest, in the Bahamas.

2. Compete in a demolition derby, the Night of Destruction at Perris Auto Speedway, near Riverside.

3. Become stunt performers in a Western movie (with seven minutes of training).

4. Drive an ice cream truck up the Death Road, P3-N in Peru, with hairpin turns and 1000 foot drops.

5. Clear hundreds of poisonous snakes from abandoned airplanes.

6. Investigate a haunted house and try to conjure a demon (haven't seen it yet).

7. Become piranha wranglers on the Momon River, near Iquitos in Brazil.

Adam takes his shirt off or shows a bulge once in a while, but you're too busy watching him riffing  to care (much) about his penis or physique.  Plus there's some beautiful natural scenery.

Each episode runs about 7 minutes, so you could watch the whole series in an hour  But don't.  Save the individual episodes for when you need an Adam Devine  fix.

The series is streaming on Roku.