#Josh doesn’t look like Josh in this and it’s annoying me but it’s fine

[timegays]

Finally watched that coffee town movie

[ourtearsofrain]

Slow It Down (D.R.W/S.F.K)- Chapter 15

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka, (background) Josh Kiszka x Male O.C.

Genre: fluff, smut ish? (they get spicy but don’t go far)

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: Sam’s anxious at first but that’s like it, ^ like I said things get spicy but don’t go too far

A/N: I hate to say it, but this is the last official full chapter, although there will be an Epilogue set in the future

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4:43 PM

“Hey.” Josh flashes the pair a nervous smile as they enter the kitchen where he and Austin had set in on unpacking the few groceries they had gotten to pass the time, trying to test the waters to see how their talk had gone. “Everything good?”

“Yeah.” Sam freezes, his mind racing out of nowhere. What if Josh doesn’t want me to live here? What if I don’t have somewhere to stay after all that? I can’t afford a place on my own, and I couldn’t make Danny leave Josh.

Josh’s focus moves to Danny, hoping he would elaborate. “Yeah, it did.” Danny looks to Sam, nudging him forward gently in encouragement. “Sammy has something to tell you.”

“Yeah, uh.” Swallowing hard, Sam’s eyes dart between Josh and Austin, looking to Danny behind him one last time before finding his courage. “I’ve decided I want to move here. I’m gonna finish the semester at Saginaw State, then transfer to NYU for the Spring term. I’m gonna start looking for jobs here like right now so I’ll try to visit as often as I can for interviews. And I- I was wondering if you would be ok with me moving in with you guys. Danny’s already agreed to sharing a room, I just wanted your opinion too, Josh. So, uh… yeah. That’s it basically.”

A beat of silence passes between the group before Josh whoops, startling everyone else as he practically throws himself at Sam, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and jumping up and down in excitement. “YES! IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION?! OF FUCKING COURSE YOU CAN MOVE IN WITH US, SAMMY!” He releases him, taking a step back to grin at him. “Austin and I were actually going to ask Danny if he would mind if he officially moved in, so now this’ll take our share of the rent down by half!”

“Woooow, so the only reason you’re fine with me moving in is to take the rent down, huh?”

“You know it, why else would I want to live with you? Did that for 15 years, never again unless I’m getting something out of it.”

“Fuck off.” Despite his words, Sam beams at Josh, his worries gone at the excitement his older brother had shown.

Josh’s eyebrows shoot up, as if he had just come up with a genius idea. “We should celebrate!”

Austin glances at his watch momentarily, speaking before his boyfriend could start rattling off ideas that would more than likely involve alcohol or weed as it was so early in the night. “Well, it’s almost five, darlin’. Anyone hungry?”

“Fucking starving. I’ve had nothing but plane peanuts since like ten AM.” As if on cue, Sam’s stomach grumbles, loud enough for everyone to hear as his face twists with hunger. “See?”

“Yeah, you’re all skin and bones, Sammy.” Josh swats his stomach as he passes him, too quick for Sam to retaliate as he darts towards the door. “We should go to Baazi, I’ve been craving Indian all day.”

Met with no complaints, the four men get ready to leave once again, slipping on their shoes and grabbing their phones, wallets, and keys before setting out with Josh in the lead. Out of earshot of the other pair, Austin leans towards Josh as they descend the stairs of their apartment, dropping his voice low just in case. “Not that I got any complaints, but you know Baazi is a bit pricey, right?”

“Yeah, I don’t care.” When Austin gives Josh a knowing look, he waves his hand in the air between them, slipping his hand into Austin’s as his arm drops. “It’s my treat tonight, and don’t try talking me out of it. Sammy’s moving here, we’re celebrating.”

“Fine.” Austin lets out a sharp sigh, slightly annoyed with his stubbornness but in admiration of Josh nonetheless. “You know, it’s sweet. You treatin’ us to dinner tonight, your reaction to Samuel movin’ here.”

Josh shrugs as if the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, his actions coming naturally to him. “He’s my little brother. He’s finally taking control of his life, he’s finally gonna be happy. Sammy rarely makes this monumental of a step, this is really big for him. I love him and I’m proud of him; and I know how terrified he must be, so I’m gonna do all I can to make him feel welcome.”

“You’re easily the most beautiful person I reckon I’ve ever met, Joshua Kiszka.”

Josh missteps at his words, luckily having just stepped onto the ground floor, and he regains his balance before glancing over at him with a sheepish smile. “I don’t know about that, baby. I mean have you met yourself?”

Austin only grins down at him as he holds the door open, pausing to wait for the other pair. “Shut it and take the compliment.”

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7:28 PM

“That place was fantastic, best I’ve had in a while since Frankenmuth doesn’t have many good Indian places. Thanks for picking the bill up, Josh.”

“No problem, Sammy. Like I said, we’re celebrating. Speaking of,” Josh grins wide, the other three men immediately knowing what he was about to suggest. “We should continue this celebration back home, if you know what I mean.” He brings his pinched thumb and index fingers to his lips, winking theatrically as if his words and actions weren’t an immediate hint to what he was implying.

When Danny and Sam voice their agreements, Josh turns to his boyfriend, gently elbowing him in the ribs. “Yeah, yeah alright.” Austin laughs. “I won’t be smokin’ too much tonight though, gotta wake up early for work tomorrow mornin’ and I can’t exactly show up to the shop high… again.”

“Wait, again??” Sam exclaims, eager to know more. “Where do you work?”

“…local auto repair shop. Don’t remember any of that shift. Last time I try Josh’s ‘special brownies’ the night before I work, I’ll tell ya. Probably don’t help that I got a low tolerance since I haven’t been smokin’ for long.”

“Oh my god, I knew Josh was a bad influence!”

“Am not!”

“Yuh huh.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sam.”

“You’re just mad I’m right.” Sam looks over his head at Austin, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did you know Danny and I were 15 when he let us smoke with him and Jake?”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Josh punctuates each word with a smack to Sam’s arm, resulting in Austin gently steering him to his other side to put some space between the brothers. “In my defense, there’s literally nothing to do in the fucking Midwest, especially Frankenmuth.”

“Aw don’t worry darlin’, I won’t hold it against you.”

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9:17 PM

“Bedtime.” Josh mumbles out as the end credits to Cars 3, Austin’s movie choice, plays on the TV across the room, his eyes barely cracked open from his high.

Sam immediately sets in on teasing him, having smoked less than his brother. “Awww, is Joshy tireddddd?”

“Shut the fuck up, I went through most of a J on my own. I’m higher than bat pussy right now.”

His choice of words sets the other three men off, snorting before dissolving into laughter before Austin finds his words first. “What?! Where the hell did that expression come from, darlin’?”

“Dunno, some random bar here. Anyways, I’m tired, sleepy time now.”

“Alright, c’mon.” Austin stands, wobbling on his sore legs before reaching down to pull Josh up. “It was great gettin’ to know you, Samuel. Heard so much about you but I’m glad I finally got to meet you, and I’m glad you’re movin’ in with us soon. Imma get him to bed, goodnight y’all.”

“Goodnight Austin, see you tomorrow.”

“Night, it was great to meet you too.” The pair watch the other two stumble from the room with Josh leaning heavily on Austin, Josh’s bedroom door quietly clicking behind them a few seconds after they disappear from their sight. Sam’s head falls on Danny’s shoulder, relaxing into him easily.

“You tired too?”

“Not really, I probably should be after all the traveling today and… emotional exhaustion, but I’m not.”

“Understandable.” Danny makes a move to stand, much to Sam’s dismay until he reaches down, offering his hand to him. “Let’s go, we don’t have to sleep, but my bed is more comfortable than this couch.”

“Oh, so you’re trying to get me into your bed now?” Sam questions with a mischievous grin, allowing the other man to pull him up nonetheless.

“Shut up, I’m not trying to pull any moves on you, I just want to get my ass off these threadbare cushions.”

“Likely story.”

Danny shakes his head as he opens his bedroom door, rolling his eyes as Sam passes him. “Keep it up and you’re sleeping on the couch, Kiszka.”

“You wouldn’t.” Sam puts on a wounded expression, flashing puppy dog eyes at Danny as he closes the door behind himself.

Danny melts at his act, making his way back to Sam and placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t. Anyway, do you need anything to change into? I probably have some sweats if you don’t want to sleep in your jeans.”

“Na, it’s alright, I brought something.” Sam leaves him, crossing the room to where he had thrown his small suitcase and crouching to unzip it. “Usually, I sleep naked, but I won’t subject you to that tonight.”

“Who says I don’t want to be subjected to that?” Danny jokes, his tone lighthearted but his heart hammering in his chest as he swapped his sweater for a faded tie-dye shirt.

“Someone’s eager.” Sam cocks an eyebrow at him as he stands again, a pair of short, red and blue shorts in his hand.

Taking his comment as a sign of discomfort, Danny rushes to clarify. “I was just kidding, we don’t- we don’t have to do anything tonight.”

“I know, Danny, I’m just fucking with you.” Sam grins wide before unbuttoning his pants, barely giving Danny the time to avert his gaze out of respect as he pulls the tight jeans down his legs. He laughs when he sees Danny’s cheeks go red, his eyes darting around the room to focus on anything but him. “You’ve seen me change before, Danny. I don’t care if you’re looking.”

“I know… It’s just, it’s different now.” He looks back up at Sam, his voice timid as he began to fidget with his hands.

Sam makes his way over to him quickly, bringing his hands to his mouth before kissing his skin lightly. “I know. Thank you for respecting any of my boundaries, but again, you can look when I change. Especially if I’m just putting a different pair of pants on.”

“Alright.” Danny offers him a small smile before Sam turns away, making his way over to the bed as Danny strips his own jeans off. Noting the two pillows on his bed despite living alone, Sam hesitates by the side of it as Danny joins him. “You got a preference for which side you sleep on?”

“Nope, I end up sprawled in the middle when I sleep alone. You?”

“Can I have the right side?”

Danny smiles at him before making his way to the left side of the bed, pulling the comforter back before crawling under the covers. “Of course.”

“Thanks, Danny.” Sam follows suit almost immediately, clicking the lamp beside him off and settling into the bed. He hesitates for a moment as he feels Danny’s arm brush his, unknowing whether or not if the other man was a cuddler outside of unconscious camping habits.

As if he were reading his mind, Danny snakes his arm under Sam’s back, pulling him into his chest. “This ok?”

Sam breathes a sigh of relief into the fabric of his shirt, relaxing against him. “More than ok.”

Danny’s arms tense around him, as if he was holding something back. “Can I kiss you, Sammy?”

Instead of answering with his words, Sam tilts his head up, blindly searching for his lips in the dark until they finally connect. Danny’s hand moves up to cup Sam’s jaw as his other splays across his lower back, pulling him into his body. What starts out as a slow and tender kiss quickly heats up as Sam’s lips part, giving Danny the opportunity to test the waters by licking across his lower lip, reveling in the quiet hitch of Sam’s breath. As their breaths become more erratic, Danny moves his hand to Sam’s hip, grinding his body into the quickly forming tent in his boxers.

“Wait.” At the word, Danny freezes immediately, pushing Sam’s hip away from himself slightly to put some space between them, afraid he crossed a line. “Can we take it slow, please? Believe me, I want to but, maybe not tonight.”

“Of course, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” As Danny settles back against his pillow, Sam props himself up on his arm, bending slightly to reconnect their lips briefly.

“Thank you. Like I said, I want to eventually, I guess I’m just kind of in my head right now.”

“You’re alright, we can slow it down.” Danny hesitates again as Sam relaxes into his own pillow, the space between their bodies increasing as he untangles his legs from Danny’s. “Can I- can I hold you?”

“Yes, you can.” Sam’s heart soars as Danny wraps his arms around him again, pulling his back flush against his chest as he nuzzles his face into his hair, placing a gentle kiss to the back of his head. “Remember when we raced to the lake while camping?”

“Yeah, I remember you cheating very vividly.” Danny prods his finger into the soft skin of Sam’s side, grinning to himself as Sam squeals and tries to twist out of his grasp.

“I did not cheat, never have and never will, thank you very much. But I ask because I believe I still haven’t gotten my prize yet.”

“Oh, really? And what do you think your ‘prize’ is, huh?”

Sam turns, his front pressing into Danny’s as he looks up at him in the dark. “This. Us. This is all I want, all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Really?” Despite his best efforts, tears quickly come to Danny’s eyes at Sam’s words, barely succeeding in keeping them from spilling down his cheeks.

“Yeah.”

“I love you, Sammy.”

Sam grins in the dark, his exhaustion beginning to catch up to him now that he was in the arms of a man he could now proudly call his. “I love you too, Danny.”

Within minutes, only the soft sounds of their quiet snores can be heard, both men drifting easily into sleep with the other securely pressed against their bodies.

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[love-and-greta]

Shower Power

To commemorate Greta playing Flower Power in Florida, I present to you…Shower Power. Yet another fluffy Josh fic.

And yes, I know my spacing is all funky in my posts, but I can’t figure out how to fix that after copying and pasting from my notes app. Maybe one day I’ll post from my computer, but I’m not too pressed about it. So hopefully it doesn’t annoy anyone!

Warnings: none! Just fluff :)

Enjoy!

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The drive home from work felt like it took an eternity. It took everything you had in you all day today to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any given moment, and all you wanted to do was take a long, hot shower to relieve some of the tension that had made itself at home in your neck and shoulders recently. You greatly appreciated your promotion at work, but the newly added stress coupled with Josh’s impending leave for tour had you feeling all out of sorts. Admittedly, you had grown accustomed to Josh’s mere presence acting as a stress reliever for you and you weren’t sure how you were going to handle him being away this time around. These were feelings you kept solely to yourself, not wanting to add any extra stress to Josh’s plate. So, when you turned on to your street and saw Josh’s jeep missing from your driveway, you sighed in relief. You could open the flood gates and cry it out in peace.

The minute you stepped into the shower and closed the curtain shut, the tears started to fall, mixing with the water already streaming down your face. A nice, long breakdown in the shower was all you needed, right? Josh didn’t need to know just how much you depended on him. That would make you look too clingy.

As these thoughts swirled around in your head and the tears continued to flow, you heard the front door slam shut.

“Honey, I’m hoooome.” You heard Josh chuckle.

Shit. You quickly tried to compose yourself, knowing Josh was probably wandering the house to find you. Eventually he made his way into the bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey Birdie, you in the shower?” Josh called out to you.

“Yeah, hi babe. I-I’ll be out in a few minutes,” you barely managed to squeak out.

The door cracked open and through the sheer shower curtain you could see Josh poke his head into the room.

“Is everything okay?” Josh asked, a concerned look on his face. He wasn’t stupid. He knew when you were upset by just looking at you, or by just hearing your voice apparently.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” You replied quickly, “just a long day at work.” You turned your face towards the shower head and closed your eyes, letting the spray of water mask any signs of emotion still present on your face.

You suddenly felt a draft of cold air on your back as Josh pulled the curtain open and stepped into the shower, slowly walking towards you. He tentatively wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Babe…” Josh spoke quietly, placing a soft kiss on your jawline. “Talk to me.”

You leaned into his touch, immediately feeling the clasp of a belt press into your lower back. You spun around to see Josh standing fully clothed, the front of his shirt drenched, clinging onto his chest, and water beginning to stream down his face from his now limp curls.

“Josh, what the hell are you doing?” You gasped.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Josh answered nonchalantly, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You seem to have forgotten to take your clothes off and the whole point of a shower is to bathe naked,” you said, rolling your eyes and gesturing to your own naked body.

“Well,” Josh replied slowly, “you needed me. There wasn’t any time to strip down.” He placed his hands back on your hips and stepped closer towards you, staring deeply into your eyes.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He said softly.

The tears that you had managed to suppress upon Josh entering the shower, slowly began to well in your eyes again. You cast your head down to try to compose yourself, but Josh quickly grabbed your chin, tilting your face upwards to look into his eyes.

“You don’t have to be strong for me y/n. You’re allowed to feel whatever you are feeling.”

Upon hearing these words, you immediately burst into tears. Josh wrapped his arms tightly around you and let you cry. And boy did you cry; big, fat, ugly tears. Josh’s embrace never faltered and you felt more at home in his arms than you had ever before. He was a safe space, full of love and understanding and you slowly felt the tension you had been carrying around start to leave your body.

“I’m just really going to miss you,” you finally whispered, your eyes now dry from the tears. “And I’m scared that I might need you more than you need me. I don’t think I’m going to handle you being gone very well.”

Your admission made you blush, but you felt ten pounds lighter getting it off your chest.

Josh pulled back slightly to look at you and smiled, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“I think you’ve clearly underestimated just how fucking important you are to me Birdie.”

You gave him a quizzical look, your heart beginning to pound in your chest.

“You think I’m not going to miss you too?” He continued. “Coming home to you is the best part of my day. I can’t even handle thinking about not being able to wake up next you every morning, or kiss you whenever I want, or-or dance with you in the kitchen to our favorite songs. Trust me when I say I need you just as much as you need me. Maybe even more. You’re my rock, my world. Everything. But the important thing is, that we do have each other and we’ll get through this. We’re in this together babe.”

As soon as Josh finished talking, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and pulled him flush against you, placing your lips against his, kissing him deeply. You couldn’t find the words to express just how loved you felt by him in this moment, but you knew he felt your gratitude through your actions.

“I love you Josh,” you said breathlessly between kisses.

“More baby. I love you more,” Josh replied, moving his lips down to your neck. You sighed into his touch, threading your fingers into his damp hair.

“Maybe you should take those clothes off now,” you giggled suggestively, shivers running down your spine as Josh began sucking on the skin on your collarbone. You felt his lips pull into a smile.

“Yeah you’re probably right. My clothes are fucking soaked.”

[slafkovskys]

josh golfing with his girl. he’s always asking her to go and she finally says yes on his day off. he would be so proud and heart eyes the whole time. just so “you’re doing amazing sweetie” vibes and him taking so many photos and videos. also he would def be all cute and soft and put his hand on her thigh while driving the golf cart.

she def only goes because whoever he was supposed to go with cancels at the last minute and he’s just so pouty about it, she gives in. she only agrees to nine holes which he is so fine with because he’s got his girl on the course and she looks so good finally using the clubs that he bought for her, he would’ve agreed to three holes if it was offered.

you start to get annoyed when you keep missing the hitting the ball off the tee so josh just takes the tee away (“fuck it”) and then when you keep going way over par (he doesn’t doctor the score, not one bit). he so posts about your golf date and whoever canceled on him is like, “you could’ve blocked me from seeing this bro.”

just so obsessed with you and having you do something he enjoys.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

I watched the TV show Hold the Front Page last week. It’s weird that it took me so long. A year or two ago, I’d have been all over that shit the moment it aired. Josh Widdicombe; one of my favourites from TV, no matter how boring his stand-up is; and Nish Kumar, one of my favourite wonders of the world; combined with local news, a thing of which I very much approve.

I saw the promos for it when it came out, and I thought it looked interesting, but not quite enough to watch it. TV shows like that have been somewhat spoiled for me, compared to a year or two ago. Not that I ever thought they were real. I knew that panel shows and shows where people off panel shows go and do shit like this were staged things where everyone prepares beforehand and then goes out and pretends they didn’t. But I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the interactions, I enjoyed the shoehorned bits of stand-up, it was still funny.

Now – I’ve said before that it reminds me of when you eat good quality chocolate for too long and then try to go back to Walmart chocolate. What once tasted fine has become too sweet and overprocessed. Is a quite tenuous and barely-working analogy for when I listen to enough live comedy, suddenly the editing and production in TV shows that I always knew was there feels more intrusive than before, even baseline-level panel shows feel over-produced. So I haven’t been picking up new ones the way I used to.

But this is one I should have done. I recently heard Nish Kumar talk about it in his stand-up, the bit where he almost gets to “meet” Boris Johnson and shouts a lot of things at him, and I wanted to see the TV recording to compare it to his story. Then I decided that if I’m going to watch that bit, I may as well watch the whole episode. And if I’m going to do that, I may as well watch all six. I can’t add a show to my spreadsheet unless I watch every episode.

It’s on my spreadsheet now. I have to admit that a couple of episodes in, I thought I probably wouldn’t get through it. The awkwardly manufactured feel was so off-putting that I just wanted to turn it off and listen to Nish Kumar talk shit on The Bugle with no script. I mean, scripts are fine. In scripted shows. But it does annoy me more than it used to to watch a show that pretends to be unscripted, while clearly being scripted.

There’s one time in an episode of Hold the Front page when they say that Game of Thrones is Nish Kumar’s favourite show, and therefore he was excited to meet someone who worked on the set. In the latest Bugle episode, Nish Kumar mentions that even though he seems like the sort of person who’d be into Game of Thrones, he’s never seen it. Someone’s lying, and obviously it’s the TV, he’s telling the truth on The Bugle. It’s fine. I don’t think it’s horribly unethical or anything to lie about whether Nish Kumar has seen Game of Thrones. It just makes the show less interesting to me, that it’s not real. Not that I think every word said in a stand-up show is true either, but at least it was made up by one person, not a faceless team of writers who based it on market trends.

Though there are times when I’m glad it’s not real. They set up this premise where Nish and Josh are trying to get on the front page of various local papers, and they’re competing with actual journalists to do it. And I always like a competition, I watch shows that aren’t supposed to be competitive and manage to find the competitive side. But still, with this, I kept wishing they hadn’t brought in the competitive angle. Just have them go into the headquarters of a local paper and find out how it works. The competitive thing makes them look like dicks, because they keep getting in the way of hardworking journalists who are trying to do their jobs, without some celebrities and their camera crews interrupting with harebrained schemes. I can get into the competition of things that don’t matter – Taskmaster is funny because it doesn’t really hurt anything. Two guys going into an important institution like a local paper and mucking around, wasting the time of people with proper jobs, is a shitty thing to do.

Having said that, luckily I know it’s not real. Obviously all six papers are happy to be included, and the thing we see on screen of them being annoyed about it is a lie, because overall they get featured on TV and that’s a good thing for them. Obviously it’s all edited to maximize the parts where we say “look at these scamps mucking around and getting in the way of proper journalists”, because I guess the people doing the editing thought that would make them seem endearing, not annoying.

Also, it’s weird that they at no point acknowledged Josh Widdicombe’s background in journalism. They kept making jokes about how these are clueless guys with no idea what goes into writing a news article, ignoring that Josh Widdicombe worked as a sports journalist for The Guardian before being a comedian.

That’s why he’s on The Last Leg. People make jokes about how it’s weird that Josh Widdicombe is there despite not having a disability, and the joke is usually that his disability is asthma or vegetarianism or some shit, but there is an actual answer. The answer is that he was a comedian who used to be a sports journalist. The Last Leg started as Channel 4’s coverage of the London 2012 Paralympics – those three guys covered it during the Games, and it was so popular that the next year, Channel 4 gave them their own weekly show.

When decided who would cover the Paralympics, Channel 4 wanted people who were funny, who understood journalism, who understood sports, and who understood disability. So they picked Josh, an able-bodied comedian who used to be a sports journalist. Adam, a comedian who was disabled and had a bit of a connection to Parasport, hadn’t covered it as part of his career but did attend the Paralympics in 2008 and did a lot of charity work for Parasport. And Alex, a sports journalist who wasn’t a comedian but was disabled.

Anyway. Hold the Front Page weirdly ignored all that, because it didn’t fit their contrived storyline, but I did find the episodes got better as the show went on. The last episode featured some of the 2022 Edinburgh Festival, and it was interesting to see that on display.

But none of that is the point of this post. The point of this post is the screenshot of what I'm fairly sure is, despite nothing on TV being real, Nish Kumar's actual laptop:

Awwwww!

I have a sticker on the back of my laptop (old picture of my old laptop, but the same sticker is on my new one too):

I have that sticker because of the laptop from which Nish read during the episodes of The Mash Report when he had to record from home due to lockdown:

But obviously, since nothing on TV is real, that's not his actual day-to-day laptop. But I think I believe that that one from Hold the Front Page is. Nish Kumar goes around in real life with a Bugle sticker on his computer. Fucking lovely.

I've been thinking for a while that once I have enough money saved so I feel slightly comfortable, I should go to the Bugle merch page and buy a sticker to put underneath the "This is less than ideal" on my laptop. The price of a sticker is the least I owe them after all the hours of free entertainment they've given me. Maybe this is my sign that it's time to do that.

[minnieminss]

JEWELS WITHIN; a wolf story pt.4

Pairing - Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x 6 year old!oc x fem!reader

Warnings - werewolf au, cold!soonyoung, cursing, hoshi using nicknames for his little sister (baby, honey, etc), painfully shy!reader, but also lowkey childish and adorable, angst, age gap, (4years). Bipolar!josh (he can get so soft and then be an ass but we all know he cares), not the best of writing but I try.. :)

Summary - After being rejected by his mother at birth and parents murdered by hunters, soonyoung is faced with the responsibility of raising his little sister alone… until he finds you.

Word count - ?

Hana’s pov

It’s been 2 hours since my brother left. I miss him so much! Who am I going to annoy now? Or…or play games with?

Today I’ve realized how boring it is without hoshi.

Speaking of games… the nice girl Aria offered to play games with me, but I didn’t like the idea of playing with someone else without my brother here. It made me feel bad.

So, I sat on the long rectangle like chair (that’s called a couch… I think.) and watched what they call a ‘show’ on a box called a tv!

The show wasn’t all that good to be honest, a bunch of puppets singing and I was already a bit bored by it.

Who am I kidding? This show is great!

I probably watched about 2 episodes of it until I heard people starting to talk due to someone coming in through the door.

“Josh! Your sisters here!” Said somebody.

The scary guy has a sister? I wonder if she’s my age!

No… maybe?

Joshua came downstairs the greet his sister the same time I turn my head to see who this mystery sister is.

She’s not my age. Should’ve known Hana!

“Y/n? What are you doing here?! How did you even get here?” The boy asked. “I… missed my brother?” The girl said quietly, chuckling nervously.

“Y/n…” he said. Sternly looking at the younger girl.

“Can we just talk about it later? Please.” The girl said looking away from the older boy. “Fine. I want you to meet someone, We have a guest.” Joshua said pointing to Hana.

“Hi! I’m Hana!” The girl said loudly making the girl flinch. “Hello..” the girl said with a small voice.

“I have a brother too! His name is Hoshi!” She said smiling. “How nice… how old are you Hana?” The girl asks. “I’m six years old! Yesterday was my birthday!” Hana says giggling.

“You’re very cute Hana, I can see us being friends..” the girl says looking at Joshua who smiles encouragingly.

“Me too! Wanna watch this show with me?” Hana says turning back to face the Tv with a bounce.

“Sure, sounds amazing”

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Soonyoung

“Shifts are normally around 8 hours a day, 12 if you do an extra shift.” Aria says.

“I know you wanted to keep as little amount of time away from your sister as possible but this is the best it’s gonna be Soonyoung.” She continued.

“I’m definitely going to hate this but, I really need the money.” I sigh. “When’s the fastest I can start?”

“Well, I can see if I can get you an interview perhaps by Friday, which is in two days so it would be a tight fit but not impossible.” She breaths out. “How about you wait here and I’ll go find my boss so you can chat with him?” She begins walking away before I could answer.

I wonder what Hana’s doing right now… I sure do miss her

Despite the amount of hours I need to spend away from her, I don’t feel anything bad is to go with this chance,

Because I’ll be able to make enough money to get us a new home just for the two of us, raise her the correct way, the only same thing is I’ll keep her homeschooled, nobody will change my mind on that.

She deserves so many great things and life and I just know that I’ll be able to give it to her.

Although I do wish she could have some type of woman figure in her life but even if she doesn’t so what? So many people raise their kids alone, besides I’ve been doing it for 6 years, what’s decades more?

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Hi everyone! I apologize for the delay in this series and also for a short chapter, writing isn’t my strong suit and I do so many other things out of this. Plus I really wanted to get something out as it’s been soooo long 😅. I plan to have a but of a dramatic time skip in one of the chapters but I won’t say when or which🤭…

Here’s some other things to look out for (hopefully)

New writing layouts

New master list

New one-shot (let’s hope hard on this one)

So thank you all for being patient!

[infisonicosm-moved]

🚨 INCOMING: SOFT JOSH THOUGHT 🚨

Hi mama Shelly! Since you’re feeling a bit out of it emotionally, I wanted to send you this little thought that’s been floating around in my head.

You’re dating Josh, and he’s a bit anxious about making your relationship public, so it causes some anxiety on your end. One night out with the guys, you’re sitting at the table when a fan approaches and is starstruck, asking everyone for a group photo and you offer to take it. The fan doesn’t question who you are until after the photo is taken and you’re asking if they’re good photos. Jake, being the goof that he is, butts in and says “oh she’s our personal photographer”, when that’s obviously not the case, and everyone laughs it off, before the fan leaves and you all go back to your night. This however, leaves you feeling a bit miffed and josh as well, but you don’t really notice until he excuses himself to go get another drink and one for you, when he gets approached by the same fan. You watch the interaction while Jake and Sam try to engage you in conversation, noticing that it bothers you. When Josh comes back, Sam instigates and asks him what she wanted. He flippantly replies saying that she asked if she could buy him a drink and possibly get his number. He laughs this off, saying he politely rejected her before taking a sip of his drink. At this point you’re annoyed, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Instead of going to the restroom, you step outside and soon, you find that Josh has followed you.

He quietly asks if you’re okay, noticing your prickly demeanor. “I know you’re not fine, please talk to me.” You just sigh and rub your forehead, saying that if he can’t even disclose that he’s in a relationship to a random fan then why are you even doing this? His face falls and he quickly holds you in a tight embrace, rubbing your back soothingly. Pulling away, he stares deep into your eyes, saying that he’s so happy to have you, but is scared of putting you in the limelight and doesn’t want his relationship to be rendered to public scrutiny because he values what you two have between each other. You nod, resigned, before he purses his lips and acknowledges that he has an idea. Telling you to stay out there, he quickly leaves and returns with Jake.

“Since this dumbass made that comment about you, the tables are turning. Jake, make sure to take some good fucking pictures of me and my girl, because she looks stunning and I want to show her off!”

This leads to you two taking some very sweet photos together, before josh takes some of his own of just you. Unbeknownst to you, about an hour later your phone is blowing up, because josh had posted not only the photos of you both on his main Instagram account, with the caption “my darling girl and I spending a night out on the town.” He also the solo photos of you on his story, with similar sappy captions like “my most beautiful girl,” and “with something so gorgeous, how can I not want to show her off?” Pretty much hard-launching your relationship to the public 🥺

This is all I’m gonna think about now.

You’re an Angel thank you so much for this 🤍

[queenofbaws]

If you don't mind one more from me, than can we get some climbing chrash up in this joint because there's been a criminal lack of it thus far? (Was gonna ask for this one as a fuck you: the movie au cause I swear to god that I had a fun idea for one a few days ago, but no amount of wracking my brain is giving it back to me so I'll gladly just take whatever climbing chrash floats your boat this fine sunday afternoon 💖)

It wasn’t just the speed at which she entered the living room, but the sheer goddamn intention in her stride that had them all looking up from what they were doing - for Chris, that meant pausing his game, for Josh, that meant pausing annoying Chris mid-game, and for Jack, the incredibly grouchy one-eyed cat they kept around for some reason, that meant pausing in his attempts to reupholster the couch with nothing but his bare paws.

“Date night idea,” Ashley said, the answer to a question not a single one of them asked, and before any of them could interject with a joke or wisecrack or well-timed meow, she slammed a stack of paper roughly six inches deep down onto the coffee table.

“...nope,” Josh said simply, standing from the couch just as Jack jumped away, and for a second it seemed he was considering joining him in hiding under the dining room table until the danger had passed. “Not again - that shit isn’t date night, that’s homework. Quick reminder: Date night involves booze and/or snacks, a form of entertainment that doesn’t require a brain, preferably some sort of erotic massage element, a lot of - ”

She stood up straight, folding her arms across her chest...until the pen she’d stabbed through the knot of hair at the back of her head began to slip and she scrambled to catch it; “Fine,” she said, the corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk as she tucked her pen back where it belonged, “Guess Chris and I will just read allllll about the big alien vampire showdown during the eclipse by ourselves...y’know what, you’re right, you wouldn’t like it anyway.”

Chris glanced over the couch and caught Josh’s eye for a moment, then gingerly set his controller down, reaching for the first page.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

Christmas prompts you say? I'd love something cute with Sameena discussing/listening to Christmas music. What songs are their faves/annoy them? Perhaps while putting together a gingerbread house?

Okay well thank you for this. I felt like I could've kept going on and on about Christmas songs until it was like way too many pages of Deena and Sam talking about Christmas music so I managed to resist.

Also set post Fear Street movies but if Kate and Simon survived because canon doesn't control me and there's literally no way to write a Christmas adjacent story set in the 90's without mentioning...that song. So it had to happen.

“That’s disgusting. You’re completely disgusting. I can’t even stand to look at you right now.”

The fact that Kate actually looks slightly green as she takes in the sight of Simon scooping frosting out of the container and directly into his mouth somehow softens the blow of her words and makes them more than a little bit necessary.

Simon, to his credit, doesn’t seem at all bothered by Kate’s words or the fact that he’s currently swallowing down straight frosting. He just smiles, looking pleased with himself, and Kate gags, snatching the frosting out of his reach and practically throwing it to the other end of the table, where Sam is doing her best to ignore the idea of consuming frosting without the aid of even a single cookie while Deena smirks and watches the bickering unfold around her with the air of a seasoned professional.

“It’s good,” Simon says, goading Kate more than a little bit, mouth still full of frosting and Kate gets to her feet and storms into the kitchen likely before she can throttle him and ruin the semblance of Christmas cheer they’ve got going on right now.

On the radio perched on the china cabinet, Bing Crosby is singing about a white Christmas and opposite where Kate had just been sitting, Josh is methodically breaking candy canes into a fine peppermint powder for the gingerbread house that Sam thinks Kate might have just abandoned in her efforts to get away from Simon.

Sam, for her part, is carefully arranging the pieces of the gingerbread house that she intends to construct with Deena’s help, all while trying to ignore the feeling of Deena’s knee pressing against hers beneath the kitchen table. There’s something about Deena that turns her into a Regency heroine, swooning at the feeling of Deena’s hand in hers or the mere idea of the curve of her ankle. Or her knee. Or really any other part of her.

There’s something about the wholesome serenading of Bing that just makes her thoughts feel all the more scandalous.

“Don’t eat all this,” Deena says, leaning forward to retrieve the icing and giving Simon a glare. “It’s supposed to be building supplies.” She puts the container beside Sam’s elbow and she tries not to wrinkle her nose at its presence.

Josh gives her a side-eyed look. “You’re still going to use that after he had his fingers digging in it?”

Simon scoffs, tearing open a package of gum drops and shaking a few into his palm. “Hey, my hands are clean,” he assures Josh, offering him a gum drop, which Josh takes after a bit of consideration. “Feel free to build away.”

Kate returns, throwing a wad of paper towels in Simon’s direction and dropping back into her seat. “Maybe this is what they mean by Christmas not feeling the same as it did when you were little,” she muses, gently fixing a slightly crooked wall on her already constructed gingerbread house.

Deena scoffs. “Pretty sure Simon would’ve just licked frosting right out of the can as a kid.”

“Yeah but now I actually care,” Kate points out, starting to unravel strands of licorice for some other addition to her house. “So maybe stop making me want to puke, thanks.”

Simon grins, shaking his head. “Now it really feels like Christmas,” he says with a saccharine smile.

“Okay,” Sam says, turning toward Deena before Kate and Simon really get going and flip the table or something. “I think we’re ready to start putting the foundation together.”

Deena’s smirk only grows and her eyes glitter with amusement. “The foundation,” she repeats. “You know those are graham crackers, right?”

“Shut up,” Sam mumbles, giving Deena’s shoulder a nudge with her own. “You know what I mean.”

“Oh, I know,” Deena assures her. “I know you’re taking this way too seriously, just like I knew you would.”

“Hey! Building a gingerbread house is serious business.” Sam grins and Deena’s knee presses against hers again and that swoony romance heroine feeling is back, fluttering in her chest and making her pulse jump.

Deena opens the container of frosting, thankfully picking up a knife to begin spreading the frosty across the edge of one of the cookies rather than take a page from Simon’s book. Sam holds the edges in place to help the frosting adhere and Deena leans closer than necessary to study their handiwork, letting the heat and closeness of her body wash over Sam and go straight to her head. Suddenly agreeing to come to Kate’s for some gingerbread house building and Christmas cheer doesn’t seem nearly as good of an idea as it did this afternoon.

Bing finally gives up on his dreams of a white Christmas and the radio switches to the familiar tinkling bells that signal the beginning of what has quickly become an inescapable song and Deena groans right on cue, looking dangerously close to face planting on the table and taking out their fledging gingerbread cabin. “Ugh. I hate this song.”

“How can you hate this song?” It’s not like this is the first time they’ve had this exact discussion but Sam finds herself getting suckered in every single time. “It’s perfect! It’s literally the perfect Christmas song.”

Deena looks about as impressed with her as the first time Sam had admitted she had no idea who Portishead was. “The perfect Christmas song,” she repeats dryly. “Well, this is from the person who loves the most depressing Christmas song of all time so I guess I should at least be glad I don’t have to listen to Joni Mitchell on repeat anymore. At least this is Mariah Carey.”

Sam huffs out a breath, though her exasperation is mainly for show. “Okay. ‘River’ is a classic Christmas song. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s depressing.”

“Some Christmas songs are depressing!” Sam protests, the gingerbread house forgotten between them. “What about ‘The Christmas Shoes?’”

Deena makes a face, leaning back in her chair. “Okay but like…no one actually likes that song,” she points out. “So bad example.”

Sam gives her another playful shove and Deena grins, using that as an excuse to grab onto her hand and pull her chair a little bit closer. Not that Sam offers any sort of complaint or resistance about this.

“What about ‘Christmastime is Here?’” Sam lifts an eyebrow, looking at Deena expectantly. “I love that one too.”

Deena pats her hand in a gesture of faux sympathy. “You probably think It’s a Wonderful Life is uplifting too, huh?”

Sam rolls her eyes but doesn’t bother to move away.

“Okay, sorry, but Sam is right,” Kate says without looking up from carefully lining the edges of her gingerbread house, which is somehow already in the decoration stages when Sam and Deena’s is still half constructed. “This song is amazing, and I know you like it too and you’re just trying to be angsty and edgy.”

Deena’s eyes widen in shock and she presses her free hand to her chest. “Kate, I’m offended.”

Kate throws a gumdrop at her and Deena catches it in her mouth without missing a beat, no doubt thanks to countless summers lounging around in Kate’s basement and perfecting this exact trick.

“Okay, well, I’m on Deena’s side with this one,” Simon chimes in, squinting at the gingerbread tower he’s managed to construct rather than building his house horizontally. “They play this song about six times an hour at work. So I basically want to pry my eyes out whenever it comes on.”

Deena mimes giving him an air five while Mariah Carey sings on, oblivious to their conversation, and the song still manages to bring a smile to Sam’s face despite the lack of Christmas spirit surrounding her. Sam hums along, unable to stop herself, as Mariah sings “Santa won’t you bring me the one I really need? Won’t you please bring my baby to me?” and she can’t resist glancing at Deena and saying, “Come on. This song is romantic. It’s so sweet.”

Deena Johnson, creator of mix tapes and keeper of a seemingly endless rolodex of Samantha Fraser facts, just shrugs and says, “I guess” like she hadn’t voiced a similar sentiment earlier in the week when they’d been alone in Deena’s room, kiss bruised and dizzy with each other, when Deena had assured Sam she could think of no better way to spend the upcoming Christmas break than in Sam’s company.

But Sam doesn’t call her out on this.

“Okay but Deena used to sing ‘Rudolph’ nonstop when we were little,” Josh chimes in, despite the glares that Deena immediately sends in his direction. “Remember?” He grins at her innocently. “You used to cry because you hated that Rudolph didn’t get to play with the other reindeer.”

“Okay, fuck you,” Deena says without any venom in her voice, pointing at her brother. “That’s sad! Those little assholes hated him just because his nose was red? If I were Rudolph I would’ve told them all to fuck off.”

Kate offers up a wistful sigh, shaking her head. “Ah, the spirit of Christmas.”

“That’s sweet,” Sam assures Deena and she’s sure that she’s blushing because there’s got to be somewhere for the sudden rush of heat and love that she feels for Deena to go because it doesn’t feel like her chest is big enough to hold it all in.

It doesn’t hurt that the tips of Deena’s ears also get a little pink.

“So what is your favorite Christmas song then, Deena? Since you’re the expert?” Kate asks, tilting her head as she studies her friend. “‘Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer?’” She teases.

Deena opens her mouth like she’s about to agree with this, but Sam jumps in quickly. “It’s ‘O Christmas Tree,’” she supplies, smiling at Deena. “Right?”

Deena rolls her eyes but between the way she holds tighter to Sam’s hand and the smile she can’t quite seem to tame, Sam knows she’s right. A few months ago, she’d been convinced she would never have another Christmas with Deena, no other chance to listen to Christmas songs with her on the radio as they drove around Shadyside, or wrapped presents in Sam’s bedroom during their break from school, talking about the holidays they’d had in the past with the sort of easy openness that came when you could pretend to be busy with another task. But here she is now, with Deena’s hand in hers once more and the unfinished gingerbread house between them and the feeling that this is how she wants her life to be forever taking up so much room in her chest that sometimes Sam barely remembers to breathe.

“Aww Deena,” Kate teases, “I think my heart just grew three sizes.”

“Well I guess that’s a start,” Deena replies with a sugary smile.

Sam shakes her head at the both of them, reluctantly pulling her hand from Deena’s to pick up more pieces of the gingerbread house. “Are you going to help me with this?” She nudges Deena’s foot beneath the table, a gentle insistence that is really just an excuse to find a way to touch Deena again.

The radio starts playing “Do They Know It’s Christmas” and Simon makes a face, reaching for the frosting once more. “Okay but this song sucks, right?”

A chorus of agreement is quick to follow his question and Deena is nodding as she reaches out to help Sam add frosting to the foundation of their meager efforts to construct a gingerbread house. Once again, she’s close enough to Sam that it could be believably considered an accident if Sam were to turn her face and let her lips brush against Deena’s.

“You’ve got some frosting,” Deena says, studying Sam closely.

“Really?” Sam frowns, trying to figure out how she possibly managed that, all things considered. “Where?”

“Right,” Deena takes some of the frosting from their paltry house and swipes it across Sam’s cheek, “here.”

Sam’s noise of protest is quickly swallowed up when Deena closes the distance between them and kisses her and their gingerbread house sits crooked on the plate in front of them and Sam is woman enough to admit a lost cause when she sees one.   

[graftisms]

JOSH & MARCUS — DAY TWENTY-EIGHT

location :   evening / post-challenge / pool

featuring :    @bluemmings @blondcs @inquixotic

context because i’m not posting it all :   they all jumped in the pool naked  ( except josh bc he’s lame )  after frankie and miles’ bet about who could hold their breath longest, resulting in most of them having to streak. they’re talking about where frankie ran off to, assuming miles, and then discussing miles and frankie together & separately.

JOSH

"he's into you too," he tells marcus, with a nod. "i told him you weren't really interested in guys though, sorry." that's not exactly what he said, but maybe he's trying to push some buttons, see how badly marcus wants it.

MARCUS

marcus can't blame miles for being into him, he's a catch. but josh's statement has him frowning. " just cause i'm not into you doesn't mean i'm not into guys, josh. " he snorts, shaking his head.

JOSH

"sorry, i had no idea. i haven't seen you with any of the ones here, so..." it doesn't bother him, because he finds this all pretty funny.

MARCUS

" i mean, i was with romi from day one so... " not so much a flex anymore but, his point still stands. " i don't think miles thinks i'm straight though, so, it's all good. " god forbid anyone think he's straight.

JOSH

"and obsessed with naomi the rest of the time," he shrugs, filling in the blanks that aren't there. deanna's choosing violence today apparently. "but yeah, you'll be fine."

MALI

she resurfaces for air, brushing her hair off her face, catching josh’s snide remark. “woah there,” she laughs, blinking at the two of them before glancing over at val.

MARCUS

okay... not where he expected this to go at all. " don't know what you mean by that but okay ... " he pulls a face, brows knitting together.

JOSH

"i don't mean anything," he shrugs.  "you were with romi from day one, but you kissed naomi a few days ago, so clearly you've had a thing for her for a while there. and then you only mentioned girls yesterday when we were talking about grafting, so."

VALERIE

“well you were all over naomi the other day too, weren’t you?”

MARCUS

marcus didn't actually know that josh knew about his ' kiss ' with naomi, so he does suddenly feel a flush at his cheeks, an uncomfortableness in his stomach. " naomi and i are friends. " he clarifies, this sudden shift making the water feel cold against his skin. " and that's 'cause i'm not into any of the guys... miles is a new guy, that's different. " his brows raise, interested to know what val means by her statement.

JOSH

"yeah," he says, voice growing a little cold, "you two are friends. got it." as if that couldn't be any clearer. josh glances over at val, rolling his eyes a little. as if she didn't have her chance to talk about this earlier, but... "we weren't all over each other," he says, "but we had a moment, yeah." he wants to say more to marcus, but this isn't exactly the crowd for it.

MALI

she sighs, a little annoyed she didn’t catch that herself when she glanced at valerie, smiling lazily at marcus. “he did say he likes trouble.”

MARCUS

" so... what, you ditch naomi for jenny, and now naomi's got dylan you suddenly want her back ? yeah, sounds like trouble to me. "

JOSH

"i never ditched naomi," josh scoffs, lifting himself up to sit at the edge of the pool. he needs to be the one on higher ground. "i basically begged for her back after lying to her about jenny, but she ditched me for dylan. it's not like how you randomly dumped romi after her prick of an ex made you feel bad."

VALERIE

she floats toward marcus, hands resting against his shoulders, massaging them a bit.

MALI

oh. drama. “maybe this is a conversation better had on dry land?” she suggests, more to josh than to marcus — what had he done wrong?

MARCUS

" well, i can't blame naomi for wanting out. " he says simply, 'cause josh shouldn't have done anything with jenny but oh well. he gives josh a look like really? once he brings up the romi stuff, rolling his eyes. he is grateful for valerie, if only to feel like someone's in his corner.  " i dumped romi 'cause they fucked maddox without a second thought about me. " he scoffs. " you know full well before that how much i was into her so don't act like i'm the one out of line here. "

JOSH

"alright, well fuck you too, man." josh rolls his eyes. so much for marcus being his friend, but this only basically confirms what he already knew. "you took a break with her because the dejan stuff got too hard. as if she hadn't spent the night crying outside because of that prick. she needed you, and you left her to immediately kiss naomi. i don't even like maddox, and nobody can blame her for doing that. you should be embarrassed by that, dude. i'm embarrassed by what i did to naomi, but i tried to make that right. i'm still trying," he adds. "but romi rather kiss me than naomi wants to kiss you, so... maybe i'm doing something right after all."

MARCUS

" we took a break 'cause neither of us signed up for dejan's shit. she decided to fuck maddox, and i kissed naomi— that was after. " and he doesn't think he'd ever even try it with naomi had romi not fucked maddox in front of him. he is embarrassed by that whole party, from maddox to naomi and everything in between, but he barely has time to linger on it before a scoff escapes him, eyes fixed on josh in disbelief. " romi kissed you ? " he'd like to not be surprised by it. after all, he expected it to happen ages ago, but he can't quite wrap his head around it all of a sudden now it's presented as a fact.

JOSH

“no, because you didn't sign up for it," he argues. "what, you decide you had too much of dejan, so you asked for a break? you think romi could just take a break from her shitty ex being here? you were just looking out for yourself," he fires back, getting heated now. he doesn't realize how much of this he was holding onto. "she kissed me because i punched that guy, which yeah, i shouldn't have done maybe, but it's far more than you ever did. you're supposed to fight for the people you care about. but it doesn't really seem like you cared that much to begin with. you certainly don't give a shit about our friendship, so, y'know. i just hope trying to shoot your shot with naomi was worth it."

MALI

now she does swim over to josh, touching his arm gently. “this is all really emotionally healthy to get out,” she says softly, “but i think you should take a breather, love. clear your head.” it’s clear he’s upset.

MARCUS

maybe he's getting so pressed because he knows in a way josh is right. he didn't really step up for romi like he should have, and he knows that as soon as he had doubts he was looking for a way out. it's just fucking impossible to do that on this stupid ass show without breaking things off.  he's not losing his cool with josh in a stupid fucking pool while butt naked, and really... he doesn't even know what he can say in response. he's lost and hurt and frankly tired of it all. " you know what ? fuck you, man. i'm done. " he shakes his head. " sorry, " marcus' voice turns soft for valerie, his hands reaching to find hers and gently moving them from his shoulders so he can jump out of the pool. he doesn't care that his dick is out or his arse, he just heads inside the villa to go anywhere away from josh.

JOSH

mali tries to gently get him to leave, but josh is pleased to see that marcus does it first, butt naked and angry. maybe he should feel bad, and a part of him kind of does... but the rest of him is a little smug, unable to wipe a small smirk off his lips. good. let marcus feel shitty for once. it's about fucking time. only when his bare naked is out of his view does he look at mali, finally feeling something different than that smugness. "sorry," he smiles sheepishly, not really sure what to say. "that was... a long time coming. i shouldn't have done it here, though." he takes a deep breath. "want me to grab you a towel?" he offers. save her some modesty.

[lilys42]

Bandmates (Josh Dun)- Chapter Five

Tyler, Josh, and I work out the logistics of me joining them on tour for about an hour: I’d start out playing one or two songs with them onstage so I could get comfortable, and gradually work up to more. Plus, the rehearsal process to figure out exactly what I’d be doing would take a while, and Tyler said he didn’t want to overwhelm me. We have a week until the first show, so I’ll be spending most of my time practicing Shy Away and The Outside on my own, then rehearsing the movements with the boys.

Once we have everything figured out, I pull out my phone to call Rhea to pick me up. Before I can press the call button, I notice a text message she sent me about thirty minutes ago. Hey, someone called out of work last minute, so I have to go in. Should only be gone for a couple hours, but I figured you’d be busy with your boy ;) I roll my eyes, then a sudden wave of panic hits me. If she can’t pick me up now, that means I have to stay at Tyler’s until she gets off. And that wouldn’t be a problem for me, but the last thing I want is to be an inconvenience. Josh would probably be heading back to his place with Jim, and I don’t want to infringe on Tyler and Jenna’s time together in their own house.

I text Rhea that I’ll figure something out, then take a deep breath. When I put my phone away and bring myself back to the moment, Tyler has busied himself putting the instruments and cables back where they belong. But Josh is zeroed in on me.

“Everything okay?” He asks once he has my full attention. I contemplate pretending everything is fine and just walking to the nearest coffee shop to wait for Rhea, but once again, the way Josh is looking at me all but forces me to be honest.

“Yeah, Rhea just had to go into work, so I have no way of getting home.” I explain.

“I can drive you.” He doesn’t hesitate to offer me a ride back. But I know that my best friend’s apartment is thirty minutes from here, probably much further from where Josh lives, and the thought of him driving so far out of his way riddles me with guilt.

“That’s okay. Her apartment is pretty far from here, so I don’t want to make you take me all the way over there and back.” I rake my hands through my hair and look at the ground. Josh doesn’t respond for a moment, and when I meet his gaze again, he’s looking at me with soft eyes. He steps closer to me, then says,

“You’re not an inconvenience, Dani.” It’s like he can read my mind. It scares me, but it also makes me want to grow closer to him. It’s a dangerous feeling. I can tell he wants me to voice my anxieties out loud so he can understand, so I do.

“You won’t be able to convince me you’re not just being nice. The whole ride back, I’ll be thinking about how much gas I’m making you use up, how much time you have to take out of your day just to drive me home. I’ll just think you’re secretly annoyed with me no matter what you say.” I admit quietly. I only half-notice that Tyler has gone upstairs to give us privacy while I voice my worst fears out loud to Josh.

“How about this— I can take you back to my place, which is only a few minutes from here, and you can wait for Rhea there. If you’re worried about getting in Tyler and Jenna’s personal space, just come with me. I would be hanging out by myself anyways, so I consider it more important to get to know you since we’ll be together all the time the next couple months.”

“I like that idea.” We smile at each other in understanding, then head upstairs, say goodbye to Tyler and Jenna, load Jim into the car, and head to Josh’s place. Once we pull up in front of his house, he heads inside with Jim while I call Rhea to update her. She answers on the second ring.

“Hey Dani, sorry again I can’t pick you up. Did you get one of the boys to take you back? I left the spare key under the mat for you.” She sounds out of breath, presumably because she’s been rushing around her very understaffed restaurant.

“Don’t worry about it. Actually, I’m hanging out at Josh’s place for a bit. Would you be able to pick me up from here when you get off? I’ll text you the address.” I can almost see her raising her eyebrows suggestively through the phone as she says,

“Hanging out with him alone, huh? Don’t get yourself into too much trouble you sly dog.”

“Oh, shut up.” But I laugh despite myself.

“And yes, I’ll pick you up. See you in a bit!” Rhea hangs up, and I take a deep breath before following Josh inside his house. Seeing his place, the way he decorates, a physical manifestation of him, is much more intense than seeing Tyler’s house. Probably due to this weird instant connection we have.

“Make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? Eat?” He asks.

“I’m okay for now. Thanks.” I walk over to his couch and sit down next to the indent that is clearly Jim’s spot. Sure enough, the dog bounds over to me and hops up, placing his head on my lap.

“He likes you.” Josh says with a smile. I scratch behind Jim’s ears, and he wags his tail, thumping it against the couch. Josh fixes himself a glass of water and joins me on the couch. Once again, we’re sitting much closer than necessary, our thighs pressing together. But I don’t mind one bit. Feeling his skin against mine is grounding.

“So, I have an idea. I have this game called We’re Not Really Strangers. It helps you get to know someone; it has three levels to it: perception, connection, and reflection. Each card has a question on it. We’ll take turns drawing cards from each level and asking them to each other. Do you want to play?” I’d heard of the game before, but I’d never played it. I nod, and he leaves the room for a moment to get it. He comes back with a small red box in hand.

“You can go first.” He sits back down next to me and puts his arm behind me on the back of the couch. I lean back against it absentmindedly, and my stomach flutters at the contact. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he ever so slightly moved his hand to brush against my shoulder. I pick out a card from the perception level and read it out.

“Close your eyes. What color are my eyes?” Josh does as I instruct and confidently says,

“Green. It’s the first thing I noticed about you. They’re such an intense color I almost got lost in them.” I knew that he would immediately have the answer, but it still shocks me that he’s already spotted little details about me. He picks a card from the same category.

“What about me would people least expect?” He asks.

“That you’re shy. You push out this aura of extroverted-ness onstage and in interviews, but I can tell you get anxious around crowds and being in the spotlight scares you sometimes. That’s why you know how to comfort people when they’re anxious or overthinking, because you do it yourself.” He bites his lip as I talk, another thing I’ve seen him do in interviews while he’s intently listening to someone.

“Well shit. You have me down to a T.” He says chuckling.

“Like calls to like.” I say, looking deep into his eyes. For a moment, we just look at each other. These moments of silence we have together say more than our words ever could. It’s a sense of understanding, a way of saying I see you. Jim jumps off the couch and goes to grab one of his toys, and we break eye contact.

“Alright, let’s get deeper.” I say, pulling a card from the second level, connection. “When was the last time you felt truly understood by someone?” Josh thinks for a moment before answering.

“The first person in my life who truly knew me was Tyler. The day we met it was like we’d known each other all our lives. We connected musically, but also on a much deeper level that I’d never felt before. We talked for hours that day. I never felt like I had to hide myself around him. It was refreshing, especially when I’d spent my entire life pretending and being shy around everyone else. And recently, I’ve had that exact same connection. With you. I don’t feel it often, but when I saw you onstage singing one of our songs, I felt a pull to you. But then Tyler and I saw that look in your eyes that you were about to have an anxiety attack, and I just knew I had to help you. I’m actually the one that suggested inviting you to tour with us. I practically begged Tyler, because I wanted to get to know you better and this would be my only opportunity. I couldn’t bear the thought of letting you walk out of that bar, because I would never see you again.” For a moment, he looked like he almost regretted being so honest with me. I put a hand on his arm, and he relaxed, realizing he hadn’t said the wrong thing.

“Thank you. For being real with me, and also for helping me with no questions asked. I honestly figured that Tyler had come up with the idea, but now I get it. I wanted to know you too. I want to know both of you.” I keep my hand on his arm and lightly stroke his skin with my thumb. Goosebumps appear on every area I touch, and I suck in a breath. I didn’t realize I affected him this much. He returns the gesture with the hand that’s been lightly resting on my shoulder. He shifts even closer to me as I trace the lines on his tattooed forearm. Josh hooks a finger under my chin and lifts it up so I meet his eyes. He’s glancing down at my lips, a look that clearly says I want to kiss you. And I want to, so badly, but I shouldn’t. It’s too soon. We’re still in the beginning stages of our friendship, or whatever this is. But if he gets any closer to me, I won’t be able to resist. I pull back ever so slightly and say,

“It’s your turn.” He blinks and clears his throat.

“Oh, yeah.” Josh also grabs a card from the connection level and reads it aloud. “How would you describe the feeling of being in love in one word?” There are so many things I could say. Warm, exciting, comforting. But one word sticks out that I settle on.

“Intense. There’s a lot of emotions that come with being in love. Sometimes it’s warm and fuzzy, and other times it’s bumpy. But those feelings, especially when you’re with the right person, are intense. When you’re in love with someone, all your feelings are amplified. I guess my description was more than one word, but you get the picture.” Josh nods, in complete agreement. We do a couple more rounds from the second level, then we just start talking unprompted and forget we were even playing. Whatever weirdness there was moments before, where we clearly wanted to kiss each other but wouldn’t make the move, has dissipated. We talk and laugh for hours, until my phone starts ringing on the coffee table. I pick it up and hear Rhea’s cheerful voice on the other end.

“Hey Dani! I’m outside whenever you want to leave. But by all means, take your time. Wink wink.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” I respond, then hang up the phone. Josh and I stand up, but it’s clear neither of us want me to leave. By now, it’s gotten dark, and tension hangs thick in the air between us. I think we both know it would break a boundary if I stayed any longer, because that meant I’d be spending the night. And I couldn’t do that. Not yet.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later. Thanks for having me over. And for the game. I think it did its job; we definitely know each other better now.” Josh pulls me in for a tight hug and rests his chin on the top of my head.

“Absolutely. Maybe you’ll have to play it with Tyler next time.” He grins at me and ruffles my hair playfully. I pet Jim goodbye, then head outside to Rhea’s car. Josh makes sure I get in okay, then waves.

“So, tell me all the juicy details. Did you guys make out?” Rhea asks eagerly.

“No, you idiot. We’ve barely known each other for two days. We just talked.”

“Just talked? I find that hard to believe. How could you resist a beautiful man like that?”

“Believe me, it was difficult. We almost kissed, but it’s too early. There was some physical contact though.” She immediately presses me for more details. “He had his arm behind me, and his hand was on my shoulder, I had my hand on his arm tracing his tattoo. We hugged. Nothing crazy.” Rhea looks at me like she was clearly expecting more.

“Almost kissed?! You should have done it.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t want to ruin anything. Since I’m going to be around them every day for months, I don’t want things to get messy by getting romantically involved with Josh.” As soon as the sentence leaves my mouth, I realize I hadn’t told Rhea I agreed to go on tour with them.

“Whoa whoa whoa, go back. You mean you took the job?” She’s looking at me with her mouth agape.

“Yes, Rhea! Now keep your damn eyes on the road!” I shout while laughing. She pulls up in front of her apartment building, gets out, and flings my door open to hug me. She lifts me up and spins me around in excitement.

“Congratulations, Dani! That’s amazing! You’re going to have so much fun. When do you leave?”

“In order to tell you, I kind of need to be able to breathe.” I say in a strained voice. She’s hugging me so tight it feels like my ribs are going to cave in.

“Right, sorry. I’m just happy for you!” We head up to her apartment while I explain everything.

“I leave in a week. I’ll be rehearsing and practicing the songs endlessly until then.”

“That’s fantastic. Seriously, I think you made the right choice. This will be so good for you. Plus, more unsupervised time with Josh.” She winks at me, and I roll my eyes. No one is pushing for us to be together more than Rhea. Except maybe Tyler. Those two would have a time together.

“Well, Tyler will probably be there most of the time.” I point out.

“I’m sure he won’t mind. If he’s anything like me, he’s rooting for his best friend’s happiness.” Once we’re inside, my phone buzzes with a text from Josh. Rehearsal is at Tyler’s house tomorrow at 11. Do you want to have breakfast beforehand? Rhea sees me grinning like an idiot at my phone and asks me to show her.

“Ooo, is this a date perchance?”

“You can’t just say perchance. And I’m not sure.” I respond and tell him that I’d love to go to breakfast. He texts back, Great! I’ll pick you up at 9. I send him Rhea’s address, so he has it for the morning.

I go to bed giddy about tomorrow’s events: breakfast alone with Josh, then more rehearsal time with Josh and Tyler. A week ago, I never would have thought this would be my life. I almost can’t believe I was so devastated about my band breaking up a few days ago. It seems like a lifetime away that I was arguing with Flynn and Lukas about song changes. The universe must have seen my pain and produced this opportunity for me. A way of saying I deserve better than two bandmates who treated me like shit. Now, I have two bandmates who are eager to help me and have me musically involved in their already well established music career. The only problem is, I can’t stop thinking about one of them.

[slasherscream]

until dawn anon they would legit burn it like no billy i’m fine i’m just re reading orbiting jupiter and thinking about my eighth grade trauma leave me alone

crazy ass boys gang + reacting to reader crying over a book.

billy loomis - would be the MOST reactionary about it. He'd deadass snatch the book from you. He's not trying to watch you bawl over a fictional narrative. God help you if you pick up the book after he took it from you the first time, keep reading it, then want comfort afterwards. "Why'd you keep reading it if you didn't want to cry?" 🤨🤨 (he will give in and comfort you, he's just being an asshole.)

josh washington - acts brand new as if he hasn’t gotten emotional over movies. at least he’s being comforting while he mocks you about being so soft. gently tries to make you laugh. he knows crying is just part of the complete immersion into the book, but he still hates to see you sad. will hold you while you read the rest of the book. just for emotional support, of course.

stu macher - thinks you’re being dramatic but finds it cute. will listen to you rant about it so you can get everything out of your system. kisses you and coos over you. if you weren’t so emotional you’d tell him to stop being condescending.

jason dean/jd - also thinks you’re being dramatic, but it makes him fall a little more in love with you. it’s endearing to watch you get so caught up in something that’s not even real. jd is passionate, but slips easily into prolonged states of apathy. you’re emotionally alive, you run electric with feeling, and it makes him melt. he pulls you into his side and wants to start the book from the beginning, so you can both be caught up in your emotions together.

kevin khatchadourian - amused. he’s used to people being overly emotional. he views most displays of emotion as being too much. usually it annoys him. with you it’s... different. he doesn’t know why, and that in and of itself irritates him. at first he just watches you get overcome by your own feelings. marveling at your raw lack of control. eventually he comforts you. a genuine attempt, shockingly. he understands in some way- his most prized possession is a book after-all.

nathan prescott - laughs at you. then he realizes you’re genuinely worked up and starts freaking out. he’s miserable at comforting other people. he can’t even self-soothe! he kinda just hangs around you, looking at the door, wondering if he should just... leave. he thinks it’d be kinda a dick move to leave your partner to cry alone though, since you didn’t ask him to leave. puts his arm around you and says, “It’s okay.” in the most awkward way you’ve ever heard. it shocks you out of crying. he doesn’t even get mad that you’re laughing at him. he’s just glad you’re not crying anymore.

sebastian valmont - thinks it’s the sweetest, most endearing thing he’s ever seen. literally falls in love with you all over again. you were reading quietly together, sitting on opposite sides of the couch. the moment he hears the first sniffle he throws down his book and holds you. “What happened in the book, huh?” the entire time you vent about what made you cry, he holds you. he keeps you tucked into his side even when you’re ready to start reading again. offers to read your book to you, so you wouldn’t be reading it alone.

[hotshotsxyz]

alright, here it is, the third dispatcher!eddie fic to claw it's way out of my brain today, and longest of the bunch at 1.4k. though they don't know it, this fic is the fault of @wildflowerbuck because I saw this post earlier today and it reminded me that the fucking life alert bracelet exists. and thus, this:

The call comes in from an automated device, a first for Eddie, though Josh had mentioned them in his training. Before he’s even connected to the caller, he’s got coordinates and a confirmation that, whoever they are, they haven't taken a hard fall.

“911, what’s your emergency?” Eddie rattles off, all the while wondering if he should consider getting one of those things for Pepa and his abuela.

Maybe not Pepa. She’d probably hit him with it.

At first, whoever’s calling doesn’t answer. A second later, though, Eddie hears a triumphant exclamation, followed by a very familiar, “Ha! I got it!”

“Taylor?” Eddie wants to slam his head against the desk.

“Who– Eddie?” Taylor asks incredulously.

“I, uh, yeah. What’s your emergency?” Eddie briefly makes eye contact with Linda, who raises an eyebrow at him. Whatever his face is doing, it must be interesting.

Taylor sighs, an annoyed huff of air. “Of all the dispatchers in the city, it had to be you, huh,” she mumbles.

Eddie closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Taylor, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” she says, and Eddie can practically hear her rolling her eyes. “I’m… stuck.”

“Stuck how?” Eddie asks.

“Stuck, like… look, can you just promise not to send Buck? I know he’s on shift for at least another hour.”

“I’ll dispatch the unit closest to your location. If that’s the 118, you’re just going to have to deal with it,” Eddie says.

Taylor swears. “Maybe, just… send a cop?”

“If you give me more details,” Eddie says as patiently as he can manage, “then I can determine if an officer has sufficient means to rescue you.”

Taylor groans. “Right, fine, whatever. It’s not like this day can get any worse anyway.”

Eddie bites down on his knee jerk response and waits for her to continue.

“I’m, uh… handcuffed. To a bed. At the Omni downtown.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Oh, uh… okay. Police should be able to handle that. I’ll see if there’s a female officer available nearby.”

Taylor sighs. “Thanks, Eddie,” she says.

“But why wouldn’t you want–” Eddie starts, before the pieces fall into place. “Jesus, you’re cheating on him.”

“What?” Taylor screeches. “You have no right–”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, taking a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have said anything on a call. But– Taylor, he’s my best friend. I have to tell him.”

“Some best friend,” Taylor chuckles darkly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Buck broke up with me. Two weeks ago. Guess you don’t know him as well as you thought you did,” Taylor spits venomously. “Do me a favor? Tell him to pick his shit up from my place.”

The line goes dead, and Eddie can only assume she’s hung up. He realizes, belated, that she never gave him a room number. He radios her name to the responding officer, and hopes for her sake she hadn’t checked in under a pseudonym.

“That looked like an interesting call,” Josh says when Eddie sets his radio down.

“Yeah,” Eddie frowns. “Did you know that Buck broke up with Taylor?”

Josh takes a comically large step back. “Oh no,” he says, throwing his hands in the air. “I’ve heard enough from Maddie to know better than to get between you two.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie calls after him, but Josh is gone.

“Whatever it is you want to know, ask Buck yourself,” Linda advises.

It’s going to be a long shift, Eddie realizes.

Incredibly long, as it turns out, consisting of a slew of weather related calls after a freak thunderstorm rolled in unexpectedly from sea. Eddie’s always joked that no one in LA knows how to drive in the rain, but he’d never realized how right he was.

All of those calls, though, and it hadn’t done a thing to distract him from Buck. That is– he’d done his job, and he’d done it well, paid close attention to his callers and gotten them the help they needed. But the split second between ending one call and starting a new one was constantly occupied by a single thought: Buck.

And maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad, except Carla had called off with the flu, and Buck had agreed to get Christopher from school, and now Eddie has no idea how he’s supposed to go home to Buck and not ask why the hell he’d neglected to mention the end of an eight month relationship.

Eddie sighs and rests his forehead against the steering wheel of his truck. He can’t hide out in the driveway forever.

He fumbles with his keys as he walks up the sidewalk, but before he has a chance to use them, the door swings open.

“Hey,” Buck says softly, leaning against the doorframe. “I was wondering when you were going to decide to come in.”

“Long day,” Eddie says with a wry smile.

Buck takes a step back, though not far enough that Eddie can get by him without brushing their shoulders together. “C’mon,” he says. “I kept your plate warm.”

“Had an interesting call today,” Eddie ventures finally, about halfway through a serving of Buck’s semi-famous spaghetti (so-dubbed by Christopher).

“Oh yeah?” Buck asks through a forkful of salad.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “A woman called, totally fine, by the way, because she was stuck.”

“Sounds pretty standard,” Buck says, chewing thoughtfully.

“Well,” Eddie says slowly, twirling pasta on his fork but making no move to eat it, “Thing that made it interesting was, she asked me not to dispatch a particular station.”

Buck’s brow furrows. “Why?”

“She, uh… she didn’t want to run into her ex.”

“Huh,” Buck says. “Stranger things have happened. How’d she even know he was on shift? Or she, I guess?”

“Buck,” Eddie says finally, sighing and putting his fork down. “It was Taylor.”

Buck’s mouth drops open into a perfect ‘o’.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eddie asks gently.

“Eddie,” Buck sighs.

“You don’t– look, Buck, you don’t have to say anything, not if you don’t want to, but…”

“But, what, Eds? It’s not like we ever really talked about this stuff before.”

“You told me about Abby,” Eddie points out.

“That was different,” Buck says.

“How?” Eddie asks.

“It just was,” Buck says, staring at his plate.

Eddie scoots his chair around the side of the table and puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder. “I just… you can talk to me, okay? I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

Buck closes his eyes, leans ever so slightly into Eddie’s touch. “Eddie,” he says, quiet and resigned. “It’s different because… you’re the reason I broke up with Taylor. Or, part of it, anyway.”

Eddie reels back in surprise, his hand slipping from Buck’s shoulder to his elbow. “Me?”

Buck snorts, “Yeah, Eds, you. She never did understand why it mattered to me so much when you left. I guess I didn’t either. Not until the end, anyway.”

“I– Buck, I don’t know what to say,” Eddie says. “I’m sorry.”

Buck shakes his head. “I’m not,” he says. “Taylor and I never made much sense anyway. I ever tell you what I got her for Christmas?”

Eddie shakes his head.

“A chunky, gold life alert bracelet,” Buck groans.

Eddie can’t help the laugh that startles from his chest. “At least she got some use out of it,” he teases.

Buck looks up, eyes wide. “No way,” he says, biting down on a smile.

“Yep,” Eddie says, “Either that or she got herself a new one.”

Buck shakes his head in disbelief. He’s silent for a moment, allowing the jovial atmosphere to fade. “Look,” he says finally, an expression of resolve settling on his face. “You said I could talk to you, right?”

Eddie nods and squeezes Buck’s elbow. “Always,” he promises.

“Good,” Buck says, “That’s good. There’s a lot we’ve been avoiding.”

Eddie closes his eyes and swallows. “Yeah,” he says roughly.

“I don’t want to do that with you,” Buck murmurs. He places his hand over Eddie’s.

“I don’t want to do that either,” Eddie whispers.

“So let’s talk about it,” Buck says.

“All of it,” Eddie agrees.

Two months later

“Firefighter Diaz!” Bobby says, pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s good to have you back.”

“Good to be back,” Eddie says. And it is, it really is. For the first time since the shooting, he feels settled, like everything might actually be okay.

The rest of the team circles around them, old faces and new, and Eddie finds himself easily slotting into place at Buck’s side.

“We’re sure going to miss our eyes in the sky, though, Diaz,” Chimney teases.

Eddie chuckles and hooks his pinky finger around Buck’s. “Sorry, Chim. I think I’m right where I want to be.”

[readyforthegarden]

48 from fluff with Sam please

48. “Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

Brooklyn my love, I hope you like it!!

“But Sam!!” You pouted, holding your phone screen up to his face. The picture of the puppy that was just brought into a local rescue was pulled up, and it’s big, sad eyes tugged your heart strings. Sam wasn’t hearing it though. “Rosie needs a new brother, she’s so lonely when I’m at work and you’re on tour.”

“She doesn’t, Rosie is fine being an only child.” Sam smirked, scratching the dog behind her left ear as she snuggled him on the other side of the couch. “She’s just finally gotten used to sharing me with you, do you really want another adjustment period?”

“But he’s so sweet looking.” you sighed, looking at the pictures again. “He was found in a box on the side of the interstate. He’s had all his shots, is already neutered. He’s just a little guy.”

“You want a little guy? I’ll call Josh right now.” Sam joked. You shot him a glare and rolled your eyes. “Babe, I would love another dog, but I don’t want to put that responsibility on you. You already take care of Rosie when I’m gone, I can’t saddle you with another dog.”

“First of all, Rosie is not something you saddle me with, I love her very much, and love taking care of her.” you correct, turning and kneeling on your couch cushion. Rosie became annoyed from the moment and jumped down, trotting across the living room and jumping up in the big comfy chair. “Second, this would my dog. So he’d be my responsibility anyway.” Sam pursed his lips, scrunching them from side to side of his face. You sighed, and took advantage of him being lost in thought.

You hooked one of your legs over his lap, straddling him and putting one of your palms flat against his chest, right over his heart. He instinctually brought a hand up, resting it on top of yours. You took your other hand and twirled a piece of his long hair around your index finger.

“Sammy,” you poured again. “This poor baby was abandoned in the worst way. He needs someone who can love him and nurture him. Wouldn’t you say I could do that?” Sam nodded as he met your eyes. “You know I love you. And you’re so smart, and handsome, and you’ve raised Rosie so well.” you leaned forward, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. His eyes fluttered shut as you let your lips graze over his.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.” You opened your own eyes to see Sam smirking at you, a playful glint in his own chocolate brown eyes.

“Babe!” you flopped yourself to the side dramatically, arms above your head exasperatedly. Sam just laughed and took the opportunity to crawl over you, brushing your hair from your face.

“Baaaaabbbeee,” he laughed in a mocking tone, before placing a kiss on your lips. “Okay, okay, if it means that much to you, we can go see him tomorrow.” you gasped excitedly, spooking Rosie who had just started to doze off in her chair. “Just look! We are not leaving with a dog tomorrow.”

However, the next afternoon, the adoption papers and family photo by the shelter, said otherwise. Your new addition, Ringo, was panting happily between you, Sam and Rosie.

[59writes]

SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PART 2)

(PART ONE)

part two of @honeyylin ‘s request!!! sorry it took so long honey ㅠㅠ

also check out honey’s acc!!! they’ve recently started writing fic so give em a visit!! <3

today’s photo theme is green green green green green green green green green green

(I didn’t proofread this I will when it’s not 5 am lol)

tw: food, injury

SEOKMIN

• *insert terrified screaming*

• yikes. this man. this poor fellow.

• he’s so worried about you!!!

• like. you’re fine. it’s not a big deal you just won’t be able to walk without crutches for a while

• but this man PHYSICALLY refuses to go to work

• Jihoon even comes to your apartment to beat Seokmin’s ass gently request he come to work cuz they kind of need him

• but no, because “y/n needs me more!!”

• please you’re fine. you can walk and you work from home already. you’ll live. You’ve been injured before.

• this goes in one ear and out the other!

• he will stay home and baby you and peek in your room every ten minutes like “hey are you ok???? do you need anything???”

• it’s kind of endearing

• the calls you keep getting from Seungcheol and Jihoon are not though because SOMEONE keeps forgetting to “call in sick” to work!!

• it’s just part of the whole shebang. he calms down eventually and gets over the anxiety of you getting even more hurt or struggling and goes back to the others

• but you bet your ass when he comes home at night you’re not going anywhere and he’s gonna baby you until he deems you all better

• also he definitely just likes babying you because he doesn’t declare you better until a week after the doctor does, “just to be safe!!!”

• he loves you very much and if anything we’re to happen to the love of his life he’d like. Evaporate on the spot

• 10/10 man right here

MINGYU

• ok so we know how clumsy this man is

• he technically knows how to take care of injuries

• also the injury was sort of maybe his fault ):

• he tripped over a damn rock and made you stumble too, falling and scraping up your leg

• and this poor man is apologizing faster than he raps

• you’re not badly hurt, and when the pain wears off you’re laughing

• and Mingyu’s all pouty lol

• and though you assure him that you’re ok and everyone trips up sometimes, he just wants to make it up to you

• he is also one of the other mfs who would make soup. him and Josh r gonna open a soup kitchen s2g

• but he’s also super cheesy and you wake up from a nap and see that Mingyu’s gone out and gotten flowers and made some nice food and made a little mini date in ur apartment

• and he just feels so bad !!!! please help this man

• once you joke that maybe you should get injured more often so you guys have more dates like this he finally really calms down

• but like I said, he’d know how to treat any injury

• maybe not well, and I’m sure this man’s instinctive response is “I will put a bandaid on it and move on with my life” but how focused he is when he is just wiping off dirt from your arm or leg or whatever and making you sit still while he gauzes it up is just really sweet he cares so much

MINGHAO

• this man does not know anything.

• I mean don’t get me wrong he’s incredibly smart and emotionally intelligent but also. there’s nothing in this man’s brain except for dastardly ideas

• and you nearly breaking your arm is not exactly a dastardly idea

• so he kinda just shuts down

• he wants to help !!! So bad !!!! but he can’t do anything !!!

• like he’s genuinely such a kind dude and always willing to help even if he teases about it and just always there

• and this is the one thing he can’t help with!!!

• so frustrated ):

• so he spends his time with you by lurking with a pout, ready for any request you had

• he definitely looks like a lost puppy ㅠㅠ

• maybe you act a little more helpless than usual so he can feel better about himself. just maybe

• seeing him brighten when you ask him to get the pasta from the top shelf or help with the laundry is completely worth getting hurt for!!

• eventually he cheers up and goes back to his normal and teasing ways

• and once you heal up he’s so glad he can hug you super tight again (:<

SEUNGKWAN

�� Ah, Seungkwan.

• be prepared for lots of passive-aggressive scolding

• I mean when it first happens you can see the panic in this poor man’s eyes

• ok well technically you texted him about it but his reply was violently misspelled and he showed up at your house within 15 minutes

• tbh you should be scolding him because he definitely was speeding to get home that fast

• but he was scolding you!!!

• like wtf you’re already feeling shitty and then Seungkwan comes over and is acting like your mom

• but this man is emotionally mature!!!

• he notices how frustrated and snippy your replies get and calms down, hugging you tightly where you sit on the bathroom counter as he cleans you up

• complains about getting blood on his shirt tho the bastard

• but he definitely hangs out with you for the rest of the day and you catch up and eat ice cream while you lie around on the floor and it’s just. aju nice. (lol)

• he does his best to keep your mind off of any pain or struggling, and we all know this man is a master of distraction so it goes very well

• he’s a very home-y person and you always feel safe with him (:

VERNON

• his literal response is “well that’s not good”

• you fuckin call him like “hey sol I’m in urgent care kinda like. broke my arm” and he’s just like “Yeah that’s a problem”

• thank you Hansol “Sherlock” Chwe

• he is just. out of his element please this man will just stare at your cast or whatever with wide eyes like “yo you broke your arm” yes Vernon

• he’s kinda just fascinated ngl

• he lets you tell your story with wide eyes, beaming proudly when you said you didn’t cry

• he’s like “yeah that’s my partner (:< so cool and badass”

• he’s just very silly about it and doesn’t treat you any differently

• which is nice because you kinda hate people bringing attention to it cuz it’s annoying as shit already ):<

• and he’s already so helpful and willing to do chores or whatever so you don’t have to worry about carrying things or washing dishes or whatever cuz Vernon’s got it!!!

• plus it’s adorable how literally every night he’s just like “it’s so cool how you have a cast” like it’s the dumbest thing ever but he finds it so entertaining. like not even the fact you got hurt just like “holy shit like. it’s cement they basically cement your arm in place you have cement on your arm y/n you could knock someone out with that”

• he’s a cutie lol

CHAN

• ok contrary to popular belief I think he would handle it very well!!

• don’t get me wrong this man is PANICKING under the surface but like. he’s so calm about it on the outside??? hello????

• you call him during practice like “hey so I kinda got hurt I’m ok tho, at the doctor rn” and he’s just like “yes ok are you ok?!”

• little dude lol

• and even though you are, in fact, completely fine, he’s gotta worry smh it’s his job!!

• he comes home and listens to the story as he helps you change the bandages with the most gentle hands ))))):

• and being near you definitely helps calm him down

• he’s back to teasing and being goofy in no time

• this man also definitely knows some medical shit idk what makes me think that but he knows how to like. deal with an injury.

• he definitely is very medically aware idk man I feel like he listens to doctor speak cuz it’s cool and is like “oh yeah go ice that you don’t want it cramping up” whenever one of the other guys complains about something minor lol

• he’s very caring ): I love he sm (:

• he can be a little rat but he knows when to stop and be an ally and what an excellent ally he is!!!!!!!!!

I’m so sorry I’ve never done an after note like this before but seeing all the green and plants makes me think of this damn tweet and I can’t stop laughinh

“he has pollen allergy” I’m sobbing please

[dinogoose]

[here is the very rough draft of coder eddie x indie app developer buck. please give me feedback. also my knowledge on programming/developing is… limited so my deepest apologies]

‘Today we have coding extraordinaire Buck, who made ‘Burn’ an app that helps people find true love! Tell us about your app Buck.’

Eddie clicks off the television, annoyed. When will he ever get a break from Buck? The guy is clearly just making money off of peoples desperation. Come on, you can’t find love through an app, that’s ridiculous.

Beside him, Hen laughs,

“Just because you hate the guy, doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” She says grabbing the remote from his hands. Eddie grumbles as she flips the TV back on, Buck’s face filling the screen once more.

He’s currently sat in the break room of, Hildy Inc, the biggest tech company in the country. Eddie is apart of an elite developer team who call themselves the 118. (which Eddie thinks is embarrassingly dorky, but nobody asked what he thought)

Hen is in the ‘118’ with him, and she was his favorite coworker, until she started forcing him to watch this.

“Ugh, Fine, if you’re gonna watch this, then I’m leaving. I’ll see you later.” She laughs, unbothered by his grumpiness. He stands up, throwing her one last glare. As he’s walking off he hears Buck say,

‘Well all my life I’ve struggled with finding true connections…’

Once he’s at his desk, he sits down checking his email. It’s typical, boring stuff. A few correspondences between coworkers, some are other programmers asking him questions. Then there’s one from a Josh Russo, asking if he’d be comfortable being interviewed, for an up-and-coming event they have planned.

Josh works for the social media section of the company, he’s always talking, tweeting, or coming up with new ideas to ‘rope costumers in’. He is also constantly trying to get Eddie to be on screen. It’s very frustrating, and makes Eddie dislike Josh more than he should.

So, he types up a polite decline, as he always does, but if he begins it with ‘as per my last email’, to be passive-agressive, that’s no one’s business but his own.

Finally he reaches his last unread email, it’s from Bobby Nash, his project manager, or the head of the coding department. The emails subject line is: Important-Meeting @ 3. Eddie clicks on it.

He always gets anxious whenever Bobby emails. It’s never anything bad, he just knows it’s going to be something big, which fills him with dread. And now, knowing he’s going to have to talk to Bobby, in person, terrifies him. Because that means this is something huge.

The email gives details about the meeting, but not very many, just stating that Mr. Nash wants Eddie to lead a project, which is… unusual?

Okay not unusual, more so out of the blue. Now Eddie is by no means a bad developer (not to toot his own horn, but he’s pretty damn good), it’s just normally he’s a back-end one. He focuses on data-layers and the behind the scenes complex systems. So for Bobby to want him to lead something, is abnormal for him. And is making his palms sweat a gross amount.

Wiping them off on his pants, he replies to Bobby letting him know he got his email, and will be there.

It’s barely one o’clock now, so he has time to stew in his anxieties. As he’s contemplating jumping out of his fifth-floor window, Chimney peaks his head into Eddie’s office,

“You look miserable.” He states, strolling right in.

Chimney Han, is a user interface designer. He generally works side-by-side with Hen, as she is a user experience designer, so their jobs go hand in hand. But, he visits Eddie daily, because while he is great at his job, he’s also exceptionally annoying.

“I am miserable. Bobby wants to meet.” Eddie says throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

“Oooo, someone’s in trouble…” Chim taunts, like a child. Eddie glares at him.

“Shut up. How old are you, ten? Actually scratch that. That’s offensive to ten year olds.” He would know, his son is much better behaved. Chimney just sticks his tongue out, further proving Eddie’s point.

“What does Bobby want with you?” He asks, genuinely curious. They see Bobby often, but never one on one, as the man is very busy. So, him wanting to meet alone with anyone, is a big deal.

“He’s got a.. project for me.” Eddie whispers the last part, as if it was a dirty little secret. Chimney comes over and claps him on the shoulder.

“Good for you man! It’s about time you got a to lead!” Chimney tells him. Eddie can tell he’s being genuine, which is throwing him for a loop because he doesn’t think he deserves this.

“Really?” Is all he says, still giving away too much. Chim just smiles and says,

“Yeah, you’re like our best developer.” Eddie blushes, not used to compliments in the slightest, and turns away.

“Uh- thanks. I appreciate you saying that.” He says, studying the specks of dust on his desk.

“Anytime, Diaz!” Chimney says exiting his office. Eddie rolls his eyes, he hates being called Diaz.

***

After wallowing in his own self pity for nearly two hours (and doing work, he swears), he decides to start making his way to Bobby Nash’s office.

He’s walking pretty slow, attempting to delay the inevitable, when Ravi approaches him.

“Hey Eddie! I can’t wait to work with you.” Eddie is slightly thrown-off guard by this. Ravi is probably on this project with him, that would make sense. Ravi’s the newest member in the ‘118’, because of this and his lack of seniority he’s a full-stack developer. He can do it all but hasn’t quite mastered anything, Jack of all trades, master of none or whatever. But Eddie knows this kid has so much potential. He’s gonna be better than everyone here one day.

“Thanks Ravi, it’ll be great.” He offers him a smile before continuing his agonizing walk to Mr. Nash’s office.

He gets there and just stares at the door. The entire thing is glass, so if Bobby looks up, he could see Eddie frozen in place outside his office. Eddie still just stays there hovering. Isn’t this embarrassing? He’s a grown man, who can’t even talk to his boss. Taking a deep breath, he knocks gently.

Bobby’s deep voice rumbles between the barrier of glass, “Come in.”

Eddie walks in, trying not to appear nervous, but most likely failing.

“I’ve asked for this meeting today, because we recently got our hands on something huge.” Eddie quirks a brow. Here at the office, and especially in the ‘118’, gossip travels fast, so how come he hasn’t heard anything about this?

“What do you mean sir?” Bobby takes out a folder, and begins flipping through it,

“Recently Hildy Inc. struck a deal with a big indie developer. Now, a lot of the details are still confidential, but because I’m bringing you on the project, I can tell you a few things.” Bobby looks up from the folder at Eddie. Eddie nods, showing he’s listening. Bobby continues,

“Now this deal we made, is for an app. The app is already a major deal, millions of downloads, good user interface, and people are just loving it.” Eddie hums in acknowledgement,

“Okay… where do I come in then?” He’s slightly confused, if this app is already so great, what can he do?

“I want you, and your team, to make it even better. Currently the app has only been worked on by one man, but if we bring all of you on, we could perfect it. Add things he didn’t previously think of, make it run smoother, allow for even more people to use it. Eddie, you are a phenomenal developer, I know you can do this.” Eddie, weirdly enough wants to cry, but he won’t especially not in front of his boss. Because that would be humiliating. He shakes out these thoughts and focuses on what was said before.

“Alright, so you guys bought the app? So we have free reign to change things or…?” He asks, because honestly things still aren’t very clear.

“Not quite. Hildy does now own the app, but the contract we drew up with the developer states he still owns forty percent. He wants to be fully involved with it. So he will be joining your team for a short while.” Eddie doesn’t mind working directly with people, but he doesn’t love it. The most he’s comfortable with is his team, but he’s also worked with these people for years. Having someone new, and most likely entitled might deter him, but he’s determined and Bobby believes in him.

“Okay. That makes sense, I’m sure we will all work together great. Who is this guy anyway?” Bobby looks down at the files in his hand,

“Evan Buckley.”

Oh fuck.

***

Karen is, simply put, cackling. Full on terrifying, loud, sharp, cackles. Eddie takes a long drink of his wine.

“Okay, okay, so let me get this straight,” she gasps in between cackles, “this dude, who you hate,”

“Dislike.” Eddie interrupts, because he’s taught his child you shouldn’t hate anyone without a really good reason, and he leads by example.

“Dislike, is now going to have to work beside you everyday?” She begins laughing again, and Eddie slumps against her couch.

Karen is Hen’s wife, and honestly Eddie’s best friend. Every Friday they meet up for wine nights, and gossip. Although tonight’s gossip makes Eddie want to burrow into the ground, never seeing the sun again.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Isn’t my misery so funny?” Eddie complains, Karen places her hands on Eddie’s shoulders.

“You are a big boy, Eddie. You can suck it up and work with ‘Buck, coding genius.’ Who is now also on the cover of 30 under 30.” Karen is clearly trying to rile him up with her teasing, and it’s working.

“He’s just the worst! Come on! He’s so arrogant, I bet he made this app on his daddy’s money.” Eddie’s strong distaste for Buck, comes slightly out of jealousy, slightly from somewhere else.

He knows he doesn’t exactly have solid grounds to despise this guy, but it’s what he feels, so he’s living his truth. He just never thought he’d have to meet him. Or work with him. Oh god.

“This is like a rom-com. Arrogant douche-bag, meets reserved shy-guy, and they fall in love!” Eddie thinks back to his burrowing idea, deciding living as a meerkat wouldn’t be so bad.

“Don’t even say that. What’s wrong with you?!” Eddie exclaims, nearly spilling wine all over himself. She just giggles and pours more into her glass.

Hen walks in, sets her keys down, then finally glances up. First she sees her giggling wife, then a pissed-off Eddie.

“You told her about Buck didn’t you?” Hen asks, clearly attempting to conceal a laugh.

“Yes.” He mumbles into his wine glass. Hen sits next to Karen.

“Well… I may have something to take your mind off of it.” Eddie looks up at her, curious.

“Chimney wants us to go to a bar tomorrow. He says he needs us to ‘wingman’ him.” Hen tells him, showing the very demanding texts from Chim.

“Is this about the girl from marketing? Why doesn’t he just ask her out?” He’s been nearly obsessed with this girl, claiming she was the prettiest woman to ever walk Earth. Eddie’s into guys so he can’t exactly agree or disagree.

“I think that’s what the bar is about. Apparently he ‘found out’ she’s going to be there tomorrow. So, you in?” Eddie thinks it over. He was already planning on having a quiet night in, his son away spending the night at a friends house. But, he probably should go out. He’s kind of a shut in… and a bar with his friends would be fun,

“Alright I’m in. Even if this plan borders on creepy.” Hen grins,

“Perfect.”

Hopefully this will get his mind off Buck.