#all credit to my best friend and my partner and my partners coworker

[caniscorvidae]

14 weeks sure is a time

ft. “cause tonight will be the night that i fall for the ANTS” in response to my partner saying that kiwi looks like an emo anteater

[thebloodredraven]

Kakashi and Nanami are each other's favorite coworkers

art credit: @uintuva

Modern Tokyo

content: 18+ (mdni), bullet point format, some dark humor, descriptions of smut, brief drinking, hurt/comfort, platonic intimacy, mentions of depression, intern!Team Kakashi and intern!JJKids, coworkers to best friends, not beta read this is just for fun

note: The first time I had this thought, it ended up a lot more angsty than I actually planned for it to be. this version was what I had in mind the first time around but given how I set the initial one in the Naruto world I couldn't NOT be emo about it so this is my apology. especially to @honeylavendr and @mytanuki-kun 😅

When Nanami was first hired as the new department bookkeeper, he knew he'd hate it the moment his boss yelled out his introduction to the entire office and made everyone applaud him.

The irritation on his face must have been evident because as soon as he starts internally debating the pros and cons of not killing himself right then and there, a grey-haired man around his age pats him on the shoulder and gently directs him to his desk away from everyone else.

Kakashi: They're a little boisterous, but harmless. I'm Hatake Kakashi. Welcome to the team, desk partner~

Nanami...doesn't know what to think about him immediately. It's hard to read someone when they have an eye patch and a face mask on. He tries to thank him and introduce himself properly but all of a sudden he hears this grating voice---

Satoru: NANAMIIIIIN! Did my dearly beloved cousin already steal your attention away??

Sasuke, Kakashi's new intern and already unable to help himself: He's related to this loser?

Maybe death was the better option

At least Kakashi was handsome

He settled into his role over the years, but his attitude about work stayed the same: he was grumpy and impatient towards his peers, yet kind and gentle with the interns that passed through.

Though he'd never admit it to anyone (or himself), he was fond of them -- especially Yuji.

Sakura, Ino, and Nobara were the office's designated gyaru and had more fun finding ways to make their boring work outfits more to their style, but nobody ever said anything because they were also the best at their respective jobs.

The accounting executive chief Mei Mei and the CCO Jiraiya did a shit job hiding the fact that they were into each other. It creeped everyone out, but they minded their business. Anything to keep that man away from the younger girls.

Oh wow turns out the new neighbor that Nanami never got to greet was Kakashi! How'd that happen? (pure coincidence, wildly enough)

Ever the grump that hates having work near his home life, he hates it at first, but he got used to it. Every so often when watching Kakashi walk into his own house, he'd try to sneak a peek of Kakashi's face as he took the mask off. He'd never been successful, but he figured it was only a matter of time.

5am shirtless jogging in grey sweatpants.

Kakashi typically wears a hoodie but Nanami opts to go shirtless depending on the season. Not that Kakashi is complaining. How can he when he has the perfect opportunity to drag behind a little bit just to watch Nanami's arms flex and his ass bounce as they jog?

boioioioioing

Every so often they come across Gai, who's somehow more rowdy than the interns, and they automatically know to get ready for a long-distance race to whatever he decides is the finish line.

Most of the time, Nanami rejects and puts his earbuds in to occupy his attention while watching Gai and Kakashi race.

One time he didn't reject the offer. Stoic as he was, Kakashi caught the slight smirk on his face as he braced himself to run. As soon as he heard the word go, he shot off faster than a bullet.

Gai and Kakashi were mildly surprised that Nanami was hiding all of that athleticism the entire time, but that surprise quickly turned to excitement.

The race ended with a tie for him and Kakashi, and Gai was left sulking that he'd been beat again.

Company parties are lit!!! It's the one chance everyone gets to take the day off of working and just relax at a privately rented bar. Kakashi was reluctant to go to the upcoming one, but Gai, convinced him. Maybe Nanami would be there?

Wait what

He was, much to the man's own irritation. Something about needing to stay in good standing with the company, needing to relax, etc.

fuck capitalism and kiss-ass culture man

About ten minutes into the party, Kakashi and Nanami find themselves secluded in a corner. They talked. Just talked. They were both guarded at first, but the alcohol helped.

Hours passed and there was rarely a break in their conversation. The more at ease Nanami felt, the more he realized how attractive Kakashi was outside of his work uniform. His shaggy grey hair looked both unnatural but stylish; it was something only he could pull off and he could see why Satoru clung to him like a puppy.

Satoru, drunk and very obviously feeling like it was too peaceful, stumbled over to their table to wrap his arms around Kakashi's shoulders from behind.

Satoru: Kashi-chaaaaan. When are you gonna stop flirting with Nanamin and pay attention to your favorite cousin, ehhhh????

Thank goodness his boyfriend, Suguru, came to the rescue just as suddenly before either of them could give Satoru a reason to buy new sunglasses. Or a new hospital bill.

But the little comment made the air thick with a new tension. Given that his eyes were the only things showing, it was hard for Nanami to miss how Kakashi's eyes raked across his body. He didn't even bother trying to hide it, at some point.

Nanami fucked around and rested his arms on the back seat of their booth and his broad chest was much, much more noticeable

now Kakashi's lookin' at him like this

Eventually, they both made some excuse to leave and found themselves in the backseat of Nanami's car in Kakashi's driveway

This was the first time in years that either of them could numb the pain inside of them enough to find comfort in each other.

No talk of work, no talk of gains or losses, no interns swarming them in questions, no Gojo or Gai screaming in their ears, no expectations, and no worries

Kakashi's breathy moans fueled Nanami's lust, prompting him to line their cocks up and squeeze them together as they thrusted into his big hand.

Kakashi kept his mask on, as always, but that didn't take away from the beauty of him as he grunted and groaned in pleasurable bliss.

At some point, Kakashi wrapped his legs around Nanami's waist to grind his hips and chase his release and Nanami lost all sense of logic or reasoning whatsoever after that

Kakashi looked so pretty when he finally took his mask off to slip Nanami's hardness down his throat

Cue new hyper fixation: his beauty mark right next to his pretty mouth

They end the night in Kakashi's bed. The night went on longer than either of them had expected; awkward stoicism gave way to carefree hedonism, and they took turns fucking each other.

Two emotionally repressed and depressed 20-somethings that don't know the meaning of relaxation? They're not fucking.

They F U C K I N.

All the frustration, all the pain, all the sadness that stewed inside of them was taken out on one another and all that mattered to them at that time was drowning in the wet sounds of skin slapping against each other.

By the seventh round, they were exhausted and out of breath. Thank the gods they didn't have work in the morning. They wouldn't have been able to keep eye contact without turning red and they didn't need to give Nobara and Yuji a reason to tease

They spent the next day acting the same as they always did, albeit with a little more pep in their step and softness. They don't make a big deal about it and it takes months before people actually started noticing anything odd about them.

It was Sakura, Ino and Nobara that started noticing little things the boys didn't care to look into. Like Kakashi bringing Nanami coffee in the morning, or Nanami offering to take Kakashi home every so often. Is that weird? No, but anyone who knows Nanami knows that smiling is not his thing and he only ever does it around Kakashi

[weepingfromacedartree]

Ten Milestones: Babysitting

Chapter 8 is up! Hope you enjoy the brief break from all the angst 😄

“Number Six: Babysitting As a Team. Just like —”

“Wait,” Penelope interrupts, once again not quite believing her ears. “I thought we were discussing the precursors of marriage, not childrearing.”

“Must you debate every point, Pen?” 

She considers his question. Briefly. 

“I didn’t debate the last one. This one just seems… outdated.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well… We may both want children, but not every couple does. Why would they need to babysit before getting married?”

“Well, if you would let me finish,” Colin grumbles, raising his phone so it sits a few inches away from his face again. (Silently, Penelope makes a mental note to remind him to book a much-needed optometrist appointment.)

“Just like travel, young children can cause more chaos and uncertainty than you could ever imagine. One night of babysitting with your partner will test your stress management and teamwork skills in vital, unforeseen ways. Do not be surprised (or discouraged) if there is a mess to be had along the way.” 

With a laugh, Penelope concedes that the writer of this article may have a point. 

“That last bit is quite accurate, if memory serves.”

“Hey,” Colin mutters sorely, looking up from his phone. “Give me a little credit.” 

All his words succeed in doing is drawing another laugh from Penelope’s lips. 

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Four Years Earlier: August 25th, 2019

Relationship Status: Team Mates

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About a year ago, Colin and Benedict moved into a flat together in Bloomsbury. Most friends and family members describe the building as “charming,” which is a polite way of saying “beautiful, but old.” It’s for this reason that Penelope takes the stairs up to the third floor tonight, instead of the lift. (The stairs are always faster.)

About a month ago, Penelope moved into a new flat in Hyde Park. When helping her move in, Colin had described it as “quaint,” which is a polite way of saying “old, but also quite small.” In fairness, she didn’t have much of a choice in her new building or its location. She had previously been living with Eloise, but when her best friend moved to Edinburgh for her Masters program, Penelope was hit by the realisation that she was not ready to live on her own for the first time in her life. When her coworker Geneveive mentioned she was looking for someone to fill a spare room, she jumped at the chance. 

It had taken them two whole days to move a couple of boxes from one flat to another. During that time, Colin made a few remarks regarding the “safety” of her neighbourhood, despite it being quieter and far more residential than the one she was leaving. (Which left Penelope with the impression that Colin had viewed Eloise more as a bodyguard than roommate in the two years they shared a flat together.) In the beginning, she brushed off his comments. By the end, she compromised. 

“Just text ‘SOS’ and I’ll run over, no questions asked,” he had told her. “And if I’m not in the city, I’ll dispatch one of my many siblings who are here to be at your assistance.” 

At the time, Penelope had found the system too endearing to point out that the number of Bridgertons in London has been dwindling as of late. Francesca and Eloise are both in Edinburgh now. Gregory is set to leave for Cambridge in a matter of days. Daphne and Simon retain a flat in the city, but spend far more time in their Hastings estate. And while Benedict and Colin both pay an exorbitant rate for their flat every month, neither one seems to spend much time actually sleeping there.

While endearing, Penelope also found the “SOS” system gratuitous. She hadn’t used it once in the past 25 days. Twenty minutes ago, though, Colin had. 

She doesn’t bother knocking. Her set of spare keys have been gripped in her left hand since she left her flat. She raises them now, but before she can reach the lock, the door swings open. 

Colin is standing on the other side. There’s a toddler on his hip.

“Auggie?!” Penelope explains mindlessly, stepping through the doorway. Instinctually, she gently brushes a hand over his little head. If anything is the matter, the sixteen-month-old does not let on. Giggling, he raises both arms and grabs madly for one of her red curls. 

Heart still beating in her ears, she turns her attention back to the only other adult in the room. “What’s wrong? What happened?” she asks, her words shooting out quick. Colin opens his mouth to answer, but before he can, Penelope’s heart lurches in her chest. 

Auggie is here instead of with his parents. Daphne is currently eight months pregnant with his little sister. Colin sent her an emergency text. If Auggie is here…

“I was —”

“Fuck,” she interrupts, not really meaning to. “Is Daphne okay? Is the baby —”

Colin cuts her off by placing his free hand on her shoulder. He squeezes it gently, as he tends to do when he notices her spiralling out in front of him. 

“Woah, Pen.” He laughs lightly, then lets his arm drop. “The baby’s fine. Daph is fine. She and Simon are out celebrating their anniversary.” 

“Oh.” 

Penelope nods slowly, suddenly hit with the memory of attending their wedding two years ago today. She should have remembered this date, but…

“Then why did you text me ‘SOS?’”

In response, Colin throws her a look that screams “Isn’t it obvious?” and lifts his nephew up a little higher in the air. Auggie, for his part, appears unphased. He continues staring up at Penelope with wide, happy eyes. 

With a grimace, she asks, “Is there something wrong with him?” He seems well enough, but why else would —

“He’s fine. I just needed help babysitting.”

“Colin!” 

She didn’t mean to shriek his name — not in such close proximity to the toddler. But her blood is boiling. Her blood has been boiling for the last twenty minutes. 

“What —”

“If you weren’t using that innocent, defenceless child as a shield, I would punch you.” 

With that, she tucks her hands beneath Auggie’s armpits and pulls him out of his uncle’s grasp. (If given another reason to strike, at least she has her legs free to kick.)

Colin laughs, which really doesn’t help Penelope’s temperament. 

“Pen —”

“You scared the shit out of —”

She cuts herself off, looking down at the toddler in her arms. He remains unphased, staring up at her happily, but she offers him a silent apology for cursing, nonetheless. Turning her attention back to the so-called adult…

“Why, again, did you feel the need to summon me here so urgently?” 

“I’m sorry! Daphne and Simon needed a sitter and all of the responsible adults in the family were busy! Mum is at Danbury’s conference. Anthony is on his honeymoon. Fran is babysitting Eloise in Edinburgh. Benedict’s on a date — although I’m not sure he actually counts as one of the ‘responsible —”

“Colin! I thought someone died! SOS texts are meant for emergencies!” 

“I’m sorry!” he exclaims again. This time, Penelope can’t help but hear a tiny laugh escape his mouth as he says it. “I’m not used to taking care of a human this small. I —”

“What are you talking about?” she interrupts, incredulous. “You have five younger siblings? How —”

“In case you forgot, Hyacinth is a teenager now. I’m a bit out of practice.” 

“Still —”

“I’m sorry,” he says a third time, calmer now. “I just needed your help to ensure that this innocent, defenceless child doesn’t turn into an emergency. He’s so small and —” Briefly, he tears his eyes away from hers and down to Auggie. “No offence — grossly incompetent.”

If Penelope were in a better mood, she probably would have laughed at that. 

“I’m just not used to taking care of someone who needs 24/7 attention just to stay alive. And since you’re a responsible, nice, calming presence, I thought you would be the best person for the job.”

When Colin finally quiets, Penelope looks down at the emergency-waiting-to-happen in her arms. He’s giggling and playing with a strand of her hair. 

After a moment, Penelope looks back up. She takes a breath. Summoning some great, far away strength, she tries her hardest to let the annoyance and panic still coursing through her body fade away. Then, she puts the small child back into the arms of his uncle. 

“He’s a toddler, Colin, not a bomb. He is not going to combust if you take your eyes off of him for a second.”

“I never said —”

“And next time you find yourself in a non-emergency situation that requires my assistance, just send a normal text like a normal person.”

Colin chuckles, bouncing Auggie in the air. 

“My hands were full. Literally. Sending a three-letter text is actually quite efficient for these types of scenarios.” 

Penelope laughs at that. It’s barely a smile and breath of air from her nose, but still, she laughs. And the world is set right again. 

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As the hours passed by tonight, the origin of Colin’s SOS text only became more of a mystery in Penelope’s mind. All through dinner, playtime, two diaper changes, and bedtime, Auggie proved to be a perfectly well-mannered toddler. Despite his claims of inexperience, Penelope still finds it hard to believe Colin ever viewed him as a potential emergency. Especially now. It’s been an hour since Auggie fell asleep in his little travel bassinet and he hasn’t stirred even once. (Even with his babysitters’ ceaseless, increasingly bizarre conversation on the couch a few feet away from where he rests.)

“When was the last time you were alone with a baby?”

“Hmmm… Hyacinth, I suppose?” 

“You don’t sound so sure of yourself.” 

“Need I remind you that she’s a teenager now? It’s been a while.” 

Penelope nods, a pleasant hum of agreement in her throat. She assumes the subject is ready to pass, but then Colin clears his throat and continues it.

“Plus, I spent way more time alone with baby Gregory than I ever did with baby Hyacinth.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah. Actually —” 

Colin cuts himself off with a laugh, running a hand across his brow. Though they were already sitting quite close, he leans in a few inches before continuing, a conspiratorial smile shining on his face. 

“Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone before?”

Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, she shrugs. “Of course.”

“When Greg was a baby and I was about eight, I used to sneak into his room at night after everyone else went to sleep. To check if he was actually breathing.” 

“Oh! That’s… sweet,” she says with a bit of hesitancy. She can’t imagine why something like that would be kept a secret for so many years. Or why it would cause such a wicked smile to appear on his lips now.

“No. It was more out of suspicion than sweetness.” 

“Suspicion?” Penelope echos, dumbfounded. “You were suspicious of an infant?” 

Barely containing his laugh, Colin nods. 

“Yeah. He was just so quiet. He never cried at night — or during the day, for that matter. The only reason I snuck into his nursery was to catch him in the act. To prove that he wasn’t a real boy.”

Those last few words catch Penelope off guard. Immediately, they bring forth a laugh from her chest that sounds more like a shriek than anything else. Immediately after that, her eyes glance to Auggie, expecting him to wake with a shriek of his own. But he doesn’t. He remains still. 

Catching her breath…

“A ‘real boy?’ Like Pinnochio?” 

This time, it’s Colin who appears caught off guard by his own laughter. 

“Kinda,” he eventually says. “But I wasn’t concerned about him secretly being a wooden doll as much as I was him being a robot. If I recall correctly, I believe my working theory was that he was so quiet at night because they had to plug him in and charge him for the day.”

Penelope, who has lost all ability to keep quiet, giggles giddily as Colin asks, “And frankly, Pen… You’ve met Greg. Can you really rule out the possibility that he’s controlled by AI?” 

“You’re awful,” she claims while desperately trying to wipe the undying grin from her face. 

The entire left side of her body is brushing against him now, but that isn’t her fault. It isn’t her fault that he’s making her laugh so hard that she can’t control where her knees and shoulders land as she sways into him. It isn’t her fault that she can’t keep her usual mindful distance. 

That’s become an increasingly common occurrence lately, though. So perhaps Colin can’t carry all the blame. 

For so many years following that night in Fife’s back garden, Penelope had kept Colin’s unfortunate overheard words hidden within herself under lock and key. She was so sure that if she ever spilled them back to Colin, her true feelings for him would inadvertently be cast into the light as well. She thought telling him the truth would prompt disaster — the end of them forever. 

But it didn’t. 

After she drunkenly spilled her guts to a stranger (and incidentally, Colin) in Catalonia, Penelope kept waiting for him to bring it up again. To ask why she was so hurt by what he said. Why his words stayed with her for so many years. Why she hurled them back at him like a weapon that night. 

But he didn’t. 

After that night, they watched a sunrise. They got on a plane. They came home. He left again. He came and left a few more times throughout the year. Through all of it, neither Colin nor Penelope brought the incident up again. She doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t question it either. 

(If she did, she would probably land on the reasonable explanation. That there is no point in asking questions you already knew the answer to. That Colin already connected the dots — that he had told the girl who loved him that he would never love her back.)

(Never — not in a million years — would she ever be able to land on the completely unreasonable, but also completely true reason. That Colin has been too caught up in his own feelings to be able to look at the issue objectively. To see what was right before his very eyes.)

Penelope is happy. She and Colin are friends again. Real friends, perhaps for the first time in their entire lives. Now, she can sit beside him and laugh and talk and touch innocently and not want for anything more or less. 

I am happy. Why question it?

Bumping her shoulder lightly against his, Penelope asks if she can share a secret, too.

“Of co—”

“It’s not my secret, though, so you absolutely cannot tell anyone.” 

“You wound me, Pen.” Dramatically, he places a hand against his heart. “Your secret is safe with me. Your secrets are always safe with me.”

Before speaking, Penelope casts another glance towards Auggie, as if the semi-verbal sixteen-month-old could be at risk of spilling her secret. Unsurprisingly, he’s still asleep.

Turning back to Colin, she leans in another inch. “Philipa’s pregnant,” she whispers.

His eyes go wide. “Really?” he asks, an adorably enthusiastic quality to his voice.

“Yup. She told me and Prudence on Friday, but I figured it out at your brother’s wedding. A waiter walked past with a plate of fish. The scent was enough to make her double over and throw up in a potted plant.”

This time, it’s Colin who is hit with a laugh so forceful that it causes him to temporarily lose control of his limbs and where they land. He tilts towards her, his cheek brushing against her forehead. Then, his hand falls on her knee, as if to balance himself; the movement is just enough to cause Penelope to go rigid. Thankfully, Colin removes his grasp before he can make a serious impact on her last year of progress. 

Pushing away the panic lingering in her veins, Penelope sits up and forces out a laugh. 

“If Anthony and Kate lost a security deposit due to the incident, please forward me the invoice.” 

“No, no, no,” he mutters through his laughter. “If anything, that’s the caterer’s fault. But if Ant asks me about any desecrated plants, I’ll use an age-old Bridgerton tactic and blame it all on Gregory.” 

Penelope wants to protest, but can’t find the will to get her words out through her own laughter. When it finally stops and silence makes a brief reappearance, Colin clears his throat. 

“Do you think Philipa will let me babysit for her?” he asks. Penelope answers with an emphatic “No!” before he can get the last word out.

“Why not?! I’m responsible.”

“Well, for one, you were alone with Auggie — the most well-behaved baby I have ever met — for twenty minutes before you called in reinforcements. According to my mother, any baby with the Featherington gene is practically the devil. So, no, I don’t think you would be a good fit to babysit my niece or nephew.” 

As Penelope speaks, she watches Colin’s wide eyes narrow to a squint, his face turning from offence to skepticism. 

“I don’t buy that.”

“What? That your babysitting skills —”

“No. That every Featherington baby is a nightmare.” He looks her up and down briefly. “I have trouble picturing you ever being a nuisance.”

She doesn’t know what to say to that. Though Colin couldn’t possibly remember what type of baby she was (seeing as he was a toddler at the time), he was there throughout the rest of her childhood. Anyone who stepped foot into the Featherington household during those years would know that, to her mother at least, Penelope was a nuisance. 

Eventually, she shrugs. 

“Still… Best to leave it to the experts.” 

Colin sighs, pushing his back a little farther into the cushion behind him. 

“Well, if you ever find yourself babysitting baby Finch, feel free to call on me for backup.” 

Penelope can’t help but laugh at that. She only feels a little bit guilty when Colin gives her a disbelieving look. 

“My babysitting skills are not that bad,” he moans, raising a hand towards the sleeping baby across the room. “Auggie’s doing great. And —” He turns back to her, eyes looking strangely vulnerable all of a sudden. “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?” 

“We, uh — Yes. Of course,” she stutters out, barely holding onto her resolve. “It just — It doesn’t inspire much confidence, you needing to call in backup for a child as angelic as Auggie.” 

“Sorry,” she adds, only realising how harsh her words were when seeing them reflected in the expression on Colin’s face. 

“You know… I think you might be the first person to ever accuse me of having a lack of confidence.”

“That’s not exactly what I said,” Penelope says while giggling. A few seconds pass before Colin’s words hit her as startlingly true, nonetheless. 

Perhaps it’s due to her last year of progress, but Penelope has never seen Colin act with so little confidence ever. Perhaps she would have seen it much earlier on, had she not been so blinded by her hopeless love and idealised vision of this man for so much of her life. Perhaps she is finally seeing things objectively.

(She isn’t. That will take a few more years.)

“What did you mean, then?” he says, lifting Penelope out of her realisation. 

In truth, she barely remembers what she said just a few seconds prior. So instead of answering his question, she simply says, “I’m glad you needlessly called me over here tonight.” 

“Why?” In one swift movement, Colin leans back, folds his arms across his chest, and cocks his right eyebrow towards the sky. Voice low, he asks, “To witness me being a mess first hand?” 

Penelope, a master in pushing past his naturally charming ways, remains rigidly upright in her spot. “Yes,” she confirms. There are other reasons, of course, but that is certainly one of them. 

“Wow, and to think —”

Once again, Penelope is hit with a rather sudden realisation. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t babysat Auggie before,” she interrupts. Her suspicion only grows when his eyes dart back and forth. “It just — It seems like whenever I speak to Daphne these days, she never fails to mention how good you are with him. I suppose I just assumed you’ve spent more one-on-one time with him.” 

Completely ignoring the main point of what she just said, Colin lets out a strained chuckle and says, “I didn’t realise my merits as an uncle are such a frequent topic of discussion between you two.” 

“Well, she probably —” 

Penelope’s words stop short when she hears a distinctive noise coming from the other side of the flat. The clatter of keys in a lock.

“Speak of the devil,” Colin mutters from beside her. He almost sounds disappointed. 

As expected, Daphne and Simon walk into frame mere seconds later. They’re both smiling, quietly continuing whatever discussion they were having out in the hallway. But when Daphne turns her head and spots the two friends now standing awkwardly in front of the couch, her jaw drops. 

“Penelope!” Hand on her stomach, Daphne walks (practically waddles) over to give her a hug.

“Hi Daphne.” Penelope leaves Colin’s side to meet his sister halfway. “Hi Simon,” she calls from over her shoulder. He gives her a nod in response while walking over to Auggie. Though she can’t imagine why, it almost looks like he’s holding in a laugh.

“I didn’t realise you would be here!” Daphne exclaims. Keeping her hands firmly on Penelope’s shoulders, she pulls out of the embrace and looks pointedly between her and Colin. “It’s so wonderful to see you two togeth—”

“Yeah. Pen did me a huge favour, keeping me company tonight,” Colin interrupts. He moves away from the couch to help gather the baby toys on the floor. “Don’t tell Auggie, but his conversational skills could use a bit of work.”

“Really, mate?” Simon asks, finally letting out that laugh. “Blaming the toddler for invit—”

“Thanks again, Col,” Daphne interrupts, giving her brother a sidelong hug. She then turns to Penelope and looks as though she’s about to say goodbye. Before she can, though, Penelope looks at her phone for the first time in hours. 

10:13 PM

Fuck.

“I’ll walk down with you guys. I have to be up early for work tomorrow. Monday Morning pitch meetings and all.” 

Daphne smiles and nods. Simon picks up Auggie and a massive bag of baby necessities. Penelope trails a few paces behind them, Colin trailing just behind her. Just as the married couple exits out into the hall, he pulls her into an unexpected, slightly awkward hug. He wraps one arm around her, placing his left hand in the spot between her shoulder blades; he drops it before she can return the gesture. 

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he whispers after pulling out of the hug. “Really.” 

“Of course.” Her words come out quick, not giving her brain enough time to examine his sudden change in demeanour. “If you ever need me, I’m always just one SOS text away.” Then, “Goodnight, Colin.”

When she finally exits the flat, Simon and Daphne are already in the lift, Simon holding it open by hovering his foot above the crack in the doorway. 

“Thank you. Sorry,” she mumbles, belatedly stepping across the threshold. Just as those metal doors slide shut, Daphne perks up again. 

“It was so nice of you to keep Colin company all night.”

“Oh! It was nothing. I think he was just nervous about being alone with Auggie. And I wasn’t busy, so…” 

When Penelope’s words trail off, Daphne gives her a somewhat puzzled look. Behind her, Simon makes a suspicious noise that sounds like a cross between a laugh and a cough. No one voices their apparent uncertainty aloud; the cramped metallic box remains quiet until they reach the ground floor and the doors creak open. 

When the four of them step out into the surprisingly chilly August air, Penelope cannot stop the words from leaving her lips any longer. 

“I’m surprised Colin has never babysat for you guys before. He’s always bragging about what an amazing uncle he is. I just…” 

When her words trail off, Daphne remains noticeably quiet. Simon, on the other hand, snorts. 

“Colin babysits Auggie every time he’s in town. He’s putting thirteen-year-old girls all over London out of business.” 

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Goodnight, Colin. 

Her words ring in his ears long after he watches her scurry down the hallway and disappear behind those sliding doors. They echo through him as he turns on his heel and heads straight to his bedroom. 

He plops down on his comforter like a paperweight. Heavy. Oblong. Lifeless. 

Like it so often does these days, his mind turns to Penelope.

Colin thinks about the last year. He thinks about how much time has passed since he came to that inevitable conclusion on a balcony in Catalonia. He thinks about how nothing has changed between them during all that time. 

That was his fault, of course. He could have said something. He should have said something. The problem with love confessions, though, is that there is never a right time for one. (Especially confessions as monumental and life-altering as the one this love would necessitate.)

Since last June, Colin has been waiting for a sign. Some tangible artefact to grab hold of — to convince him that now is the time to risk it all. That their relationship can handle yet another phase of life. That he won't screw it up this time. That he won't lose her again. 

Suffice to say, he has yet to receive a sign that could convince him of all that.

When is the right time to tell your best friend that you’re in love with her? Colin doesn’t know, but it always seems to be some date far off in the future.

Now isn’t so bad, which makes the lack of progress between them this past year bearable. He still talks to Penelope every day. He still steals her time whenever he’s home. He’s still in love with her, he just realises it now. All of that is good, and none of that has changed. 

Perhaps it isn’t fair to say nothing has changed since last June. Now, Colin’s desire to leave home isn’t nearly as strong as his desire to stay. Now, he’s more greedy with Penelope’s time during his trips home (hence the bullshit excuse for calling her over here tonight). Now, his feelings are overwhelming in the places they used to be obscured. Now —

*ping*

That little buzz in his back pocket momentarily brings Colin out of his own head. When he looks at the screen, his heart skips a beat. It nearly stops at the second buzz.

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pen 💛: Thanks for letting me hang out with Auggie all night. Maybe we can team up again next time you babysit him.

pen 💛: You know… Since apparently that’s your second job.

colin 🤡: don’t let daph turn you against me. i can’t compete with yet another one of my siblings for the title of penelope featherington’s #1 favourite bridgerton 

pen 💛: That title is currently held by Auggie. You should be worried about his little sister arriving and stealing #2

colin 🤡: bullshit — they’re not even bridgertons!

pen 💛: My ranking, my rules

pen 💛: Goodnight Colin

colin 🤡: night pen

colin 🤡: get home safe

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“Another reason to get married now.”

“What’s that?”

“We can get a head start on our family.” 

He leans in to kiss her, but just before their lips make contact, Penelope pulls back.

“I told you to stop skipping ahead,” she whispers, then leans back in to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Four more to go.” 

[axgmented]

a little bit of an explanation as to whats happened in my life, to keep yall up to date if you wish.

idk really how to start this off, so if it seems a little jumbled & out there I'm sorry!

it's been three years since i left my ex "husband". So by legal standards, no we weren't married. I had a place holder ring. Stayed with him for 9 years. He was emotionally abusive, narcissistic, and isolated me from my friends. Honestly, I can't even put plural for that-- I was "allowed" one friend, and that was the girl who is practically my sister from HIGH SCHOOL. And even then? it was a big to-do if I wanted to spend time with her. I never got to see my mother, who I have a strained relationship with already.

In those three years, I have bought a house (i dont recommend doing what I did. Just.. explore your options.) My situation was that my mother didn't want me living with her anymore and thats fine-- she is entitled to her own space and what not. I'm grown, 30 years old this year, and she has raised me so I get it. I bought this house hastily and to its credit it's a great little starter house for two people. Only issue is, it's small but like I said I just wish I had waited a little bit and shopped around, but I felt the quicker I could get out the faster I could get my cats back! And did.

I've also gotten a new car, a better position at my job (but fuck that place tbqh. grateful for the paycheck but man... 6pm-6am is ROUGH when you are chronically ill.) and....maybe....just maybe... a new partner. I've went from 21lbs to 150 (and that was honestly all in the first year-- I've maintained that weight just about constantly for 2 years running now).

But with new changes, there isn't always a silver lining.

My depression got bad, my anxiety worse, I've developed new health issues such as POTS (thats really fun to have in a warehouse work setting in the middle of summer), seizures (these are non-epileptic), and as of today, chronic hives (and I thought eczema was hard to deal with) on top of my insomnia just absolutely taking the piss out of me. Then one of my moms got into an accident on 4th of july weekend, my co-worker just had to be taken off of a vent because he was denied a lung transplant (guy was only in his 60s if best) & I've fallen out of friendship with what used to be a good coworker (who is now my boss...it's going exactly how you'd imagine lol). Something happened with my partners family, but that's for them to share if they wish.

So all in all 2024 has been absolutely KICKING my ass but I'm still here. I'm sorry for having to disappear for so long, but I do not have the spoons to be here constantly. I am trying to get back into the swing of things, since they're adjusting my medicines and trying to get me on the correct dosages and what not (i've had Serotonin Syndrome & thats' drastically cut what medicines I can have with my mental health, in half.

In short, thank you for sticking with me this long & I hope to come back in full swing eventually, but I'm just slowly trying to chip away at everything and your patience means a great deal! Small little note, my handle used to be Loh on here-- ive changed it to Runnii! (or Rune) and I hope you guys like it!

[wraithdance]

The caffeine has spread to my brain and the older sister chip has been activated so I have additions to this (anyone wanna add anything else you can, I’m serious about dating safety so I want all bases covered):

6. Don’t move in with a man (any partner) unless you know what their cleaning/living lifestyle is like. It’s fine if you’re conservative and wanna wait until marriage but please at least spend the night and check their house for even the first sign of filth

7. How they treat you while dating is how it’ll be in a relationship/marriage. He leaves chores to you and expects you to do all the communicating/planning? It’ll get worse when you get together and WORSER if you share children. Run if you can’t see yourself living like that because it will not change because they’ve set the standards

8. Do not let a man pick you up at your home or go anywhere without a lil fuck you money. (thanks Stelle for the reminder!!) I shouldn’t have to explain but please don’t let the potential of dick make you lose your stranger danger abilities. Have them pick you up or drop you off at a closeish location never your home. If they send an Uber have the Uber pick you up from a heavily populated area. Do NOT let a man come home with you until well into dating!!

9. Keep your finances/major contractual obligations separate as long as you can

I don’t know how many times I’ve cussed my friends/family out for jumping into ‘blissful partnership’ with a man they barely knew and ended up with shit credit and stuck in a lease with some hobosexual asshole. He should come into the relationship with his own shit ( a job, an apartment, a car, hell his own pet!!) it’s fine if he shows he’s working on that stuff but please do not lend out your time, money or information without a guarantee of a return

10. Do not listen to just anyone about dating advice!!! Even me if the message ain’t hitting you can ignore! Do not let your friends, family, coworkers who don’t want the same things for you encourage you to give someone a chance or lower your standards. You will be miserable if it ends up blowing in your face so don’t fucking do it! This goes for if you’re a lover babe, don’t listen to shera 7 if that’s not your thing. A lot of dating coaches are parroting language/behaviors PROFESSIONAL sex workers use for working and that’s dangerous to not understand

(and a conversation I’ll be open to have later about the commodification of sex work practices, internalized misogyny and whorephobia)

11. Finally No matter how high your standards are they can stand to be higher! Do NOT fall into the trap of scarcity

I lead by the idea that I can have anyone or anything I want for a reason. Because there’s only one of me and I had to unpack years of shit to find MYSELF attractive and worthy. It does not matter what you think of your looks, body, [insert insecurity or societal standard here] you can get what you want as soon as you get out of your own way.

There are literallyyyyy billions of people in the world and of that billions there is at LEAST 200,000 people who can fit even your most strict criteria for a dating partner and who will happen to want to slob you down like a corn on the cob, babes. You won’t be able to date 200,000 people globally if you tried, so why are you stuck on just 1 option because of convenience and loneliness?

Stop listening to romcoms and that Disney movie you watched when you were five. If you want a certain partner it’s legit playing a game of chess and setting your sights on it. Serena Williams didn’t give a shit about going against the local soccer mom in a match she actively worked to go against the best. You can and will find who you want if you have the patience and self compassion to walk away from tables that don’t serve you!!

So don’t piss me off!! Date with intention!

Do you have any advice when it comes to dating straight men?

Short answer? Don’t. Long answer, under le cut we go for Calvary’s survival guide to dating men🙄

Actually curious why you want advice from my emotionally bereft ass but lmaooo. I’ll give you the advice I give my male dating family members and friends

1. Do not go into dating men desperate

you need to have at least the barest amount of confidence in who you are and what you want before dating a singular man.

Like I mean that shit, I’m not kidding. You don’t have to be self confident enough to write a self help book, but you need to be able to feel as if you can walk away when you are disrespected. no matter what fantasy you have of love, you WILL be disrespected babe. Learn early how to identify it when it happens and walk the fuck away with your self respect when it’s too much for you to ignore.

2. Do not let being ‘nice’ keep you from finding your dream partner

Start off with a working list of what kind of man you want and be as detailed and insane about it as possible. I mean everything down to what color underwear he wears if that’s something that might be a point of contention with you.

After you have that list write some hard rules for how a man is allowed to speak/act towards you and use that as a litmus test for if you continue a relationship. It is a privilege to be near you not a guaranteed right, so reinforce that or get walked over

3. Masturbate frequently and have your options open

Legit work out any hang ups surrounding sex and consider dating more than one person at a time so you don’t get stuck romanticizing one man.

No, that doesn’t mean you have to fuck all of them, but getting used to going on dates helps with nerves and prevents you from making the mistake of thinking you found ‘the one’ because you’re seeing the same dude. Please invest in a sex toy or 3. Being horny will get you into trouble!!

4. Do not trust a man’s word over your own senses

People lie. Don’t believe shit a man says unless he backs it up with receipts. He says he has a condo in France? ask to see the deed. He got his std labs done last week? Ask him to go with you to your regular doctor for a new screening.

Protect yourself always and if he gets mad that’s a red flag. Do not pass go because it’s life or death out here, babes. Which leads me to

5. Be a bitch. Be the biggest bitch you can be

Legit fuck every single thing anyone ever told you about being nice to a man. Work on getting comfortable with being an asshole and calling them out or you will be pushed over. This honestly goes for any gender like be a literal cunt when the time warrants it.

Someone pushy about you not letting them back to your place? Be loud and tell them they’re making you uncomfortable. Someone negging you? Look them in their eye and lean close, tell them “you know, when I first met you I thought you were a lot smarter. I guess not, since you had the nerve to say that to me without any regrets.”

Don’t like the date? Leave. That simple. It’ll save you heart ache and sometimes save your life.

Uh if you have more specific questions you can follow up but those are my top five rules. Men aren’t some scary mythical creature or hard science experiment. It’s all about setting yourself up to get what kind of love story you want. Good luck babes you’re gonna need it!!

MWAHH 💋💖

[tallsaints]

the last few days have been so full of lows and i have cried every single day this past week, but i've been trying to notice the little sprinkles of niceness that are still present in my life despite the big changes.

yesterday i spent a lot of time making my first chart pattern which was testing but! learning isn't easy! and i feel satisfied now i have made something! i bumped into an acquaintance with her sweet baby who is now walking! and saw my old coworkers and we all expressed how we miss seeing each other every day. my best friend also got in contact and my heart feels more settled again.

this morning i woke up earlier than i have been as my partner left for work and i got to have a little cuddle before he left (nice!) and then i had a tea in bed whilst both of my cats laid in my arms purring (nice nice!!). soon i have a universal credit call (not so nice) but after that i'll find something grounding to do, maybe walk for a bit and eat a kiwi :•)

[simonisferal]

masterlist - ep. 2 - ep. 3 - next

ep. 3 — Step One of the Plan

— being a journalist in Teyvat is fairly easy now that a pop-group named 5WIRL cover most of the headlines. gaining the trust of the closeted members would get you promoted and that's an opportunity you can't refuse. let's hope they feels the same. —

The call made your day that you went to work the next day with your head in the clouds. And your coworkers were concerned about you.

The floor's secretary even asked you if you were on drugs! Was you being happy for once this surprising?

Anyways. You went through the day checking your phone every second. The clock ticking didn’t help your anxiousness and you would genuinely cry if all this waiting is for nothing.

“[y/n]..? [y/n}? Hello? Earth to bitch?”

You felt a tap on your shoulder and it took you out of your trance. “Huh?”

Your so-called partner and dear friend of four years, Mona shook her head in annoyance and handed you a cup of coffee.

“Heard you’ve been working hard on the task that whore assigned.” You take the warm paper cup into your hand and set it down on your desk.

“Very much, it’s almost a complete and flawless plan.”

Mona raises her eyebrow. “And why isn't it?” She places her half-finished cup of chamomile tea onto your desk to cross her arms.

You scratch your head, “Well… I’m still waiting on the call back.”

She hums and you could see the gears turning in her head. “That’s too bad. I heard Charlotte managed to get an interview scheduled for tommorrow.” She’s obviously bluffing, of course but a little of competition never hurt anybody.

Well, not that she can think of.

You stayed quiet and Mona saw the gears turning in your head now.

You blink at her and pick up your phone. “So, I’ll just call him and try to convince him to not do such a thing.” Your partner watched you dial a number, with the line ringing.

Mona isn’t dumb, she knew you would do an impulsive thing that could potentially lead all your hardwork down the trash but the gods are usually in your favor. It didn't really matter what you did either way, because the company relies on your work.

“Hello?” You heard a groggy voice and put them on speaker for Mona to hear. It was Aether’s voice but a bit more deeper.

“Hey, this was the guy from yesterday.” You take a sip from the warm coffee and it was bitter, just how you like it.

The caller stays silent before letting out a small “oh” in realization. “Yeah, yeah, I remember you. Uhm, you’re from the Dispatch, right?”

You nod (not like he’d know) before confirming his theory. “Yes, I’m surprised you could recall. I know it’s very early in the morning.” Four in the morning, to be exact.

You guys in the building reguraly relied on coffee or any other sorts of caffiene to stay awake and alive in the news business.

Aether hums in response. He doesn’t sound fully awake yet. “Did you need something?”

“Do you have any plans for tommorrow?” Mona’s jaw drops and she looks at you with an expression that says: “dude, you’re inviting him to dinner?”

You ignore Mona, sitting comfortably in your chair and taking another sip from the cup.

You hear shuffling from the other side of the call, as if he’s attempting to sit up on his bed. “Uh, no, I don’t think so—I could look into my calender. Is this about the interview?”

You chuckle, playing the charisma card. “No, no, I just wanted to invite you to dinner. Maybe we could talk about you?”

Mona takes a big chug from her mug, staring you intently. You and her both wait for Aether’s response, hoping for the best possible outcome.

“Really? You want to talk about me? Not the idols..?” He seemed very suspicious of you and you don’t blame him. Good for him for not being naive like most.

“Of course. You’re the manager who provides for them, it wouldn’t be fair to not give credit when it’s due.”

You would be wrong if you said that you weren’t nervous. You’re basically flirting with someone to get them away from a rival at work. That’s some deep and immoral shit that you’re not gonna discuss any time soon.

Aether might’ve been extremely tired or extremely desperate for some sort of attention because he ended up agreeing. Hooray!

”Great! Do you want to meet there or should I pick you up?”

You heard the male on the other side of the call chuckle. “We’ll just meet there. I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course, goodbye.” You hear the simple click and you put your phone down. You finish the bitter coffee and place the cup to the side.

Mona’s jaw is still dropped and you looked at her smugly. “The rizz you just presented was immaculate.” She says.

a/n; i dont regret making aether a babygirl ‼️‼️🤞 also this is on a scheduled post sooooo

“Of course it is, I’m literally [y/n].”

let me know if you guys want a taglist !!

[mothman-is-my-girlfriend]

Saw this making the rounds on my dashboard and wanted to add to the chain!

1. Are you named after anyone? Yes, actually. My mom was a very big fan of Jimmy Buffett in the 90s (and still is but it's not a daily occurrence anymore lol) so I'm actually named after his daughter, Savannah. Funny tidbit to mention when people ask if I'm named for the city in Georgia. 😅

2. When was the last time you cried? Oh, girl... I cry all the time. My brain has a hard time tracking emotions over time so I just kind of feel everything very intensely in the moment. I have to use journals to track my emotions over time, but I'm just a fairly sensitive person in general thanks to my upbringing. It is what it is, and I deal with it. I'm just glad I let it out frequently instead of bottling it up like I used to!

3. Do you use sarcasm? Ehhh.... sometimes, maybe? Depends on your definition of sarcasm. I have a hard time figuring out when people are joking with me though, especially at work.

4. What's the first thing you notice about people? Usually their personality to be honest. I had a really hard time making friends as a kid so I pretty much get along with someone right away, or we aren't ever friends. (Not to say that I'm ever outright rude to people, of course.) I guess that's just ADHD to ADHD communication? For example, I had a new coworker start in mid September and I just immediately knew we'd be friends outside of work eventually. Now we go on hikes and hang out! Idk how else to describe the feeling.

5. What's your eye color? Hazel - which is annoying because most people assume I'm full of shit until I'm in good light. 🤣 any other lighting and the green doesn't show through.

6. Scary movie or happy ending? I love creepy-scary vibes but actually watching or playing a scary movie or game is too much for me. I don't enjoy being scared. Happy endings for me!

7. Any special talents? I'm quite good at art when given proper direction. I'm thinking of taking some non credit classes at my local community college to really push me back into my old hobby in a way that isn't just drawing my little OCs on blank backgrounds. I have painted a few things this year, though, like a portrait of my cat, and a flower pot. I really need to get back into it. I'd say my stronger skill at the moment is making exceptional coffee! I love my job and enjoy brewing at home as well.

8. Where were you born? Maryland. (Mid Atlantic US) I still live in MD, but I made the jump from the teeny tiny town I grew up in, to Baltimore. I love the city, and this state. It's little, but we have the ocean, the famous Chesapeake Bay, Assateague Island, and a bit of the Appalachians. When you get past the terrible traffic, there's so much to do here.

9. What are your hobbies? Doodling, playing older video games, hiking/camping, and learning as much as I can about coffee.

10. Do you have any pets? This is such a complex answer for me. I have two cats currently living with my partner and I in our home. Our lease wouldn't allow us to bring my snakes, so my mother is currently caring for my two ball pythons. I hope to have a whole room for them one day when I get a home! My mom also still has one of my childhood dogs, Chance, who is 13, and struggling with dementia and arthritis. He comes to visit me sometimes. :) I miss that big old dopey dog.

11. What sports do you play/have you played? I was actually involved in competitive cheerleading growing up. I remember it fondly, even if I wasn't ever very flexible and kept losing my backhand spring no matter how many times I learned. I had the best jump on my team, though! Unfortunately, I do have permanent damage to my knees and shoulders from it. The knee pain in particular has kept me off the hiking trails for the last year. :(

12. How tall are you? VERY short! I'm 5'2 (even shorter than gillian anderson lol) which is hilarious because my partner is a solid foot taller than me!!

13. What was your favorite subject in school? Growing up, my favorite subject was definitely band class. I can remember every song we played in my 8th grade year. I still miss Mrs. Ewing! She was an incredible teacher and our simple middle school band was actually well known in the area for being better than most high school bands! I also adored Latin class and I'm even friends with my old magistra on facebook 😅 she had a tumblr back in 2015 when I had her class so maybe she's still bouncing around on here somewhere. She made a point to never tell us her username lol

14. Dream job? This has actually changed a lot recently. Now that I've been a barista for 2 years, I've really developed a passion for making coffee. I'm signed up for some business classes at my local community college next month and have ideas for my own coffee roasting business one day. I'm envisioning a shop named for my cat, Oliver. ❤️ Coffee tastes good, and I love the connections you can make with people through it. Idk, it just makes me really happy to see customers enjoy my coffee while catching up with an old friend, or sitting on their laptop doing work all day in the shop while I'm also working. Food service really isn't all bad when you have a great crew.

Thanks for reading all of that! If you see this and you're my mutual (or not) consider yourself tagged and free to copy this.

[hoodoo12]

Thinking Of You

It's a good thing friends in the fandom 1) support my craziest, dumbest brainstorming ideas, and 2) hold me accountable.

Mature. Beetlejuice x reader.

Enjoy!

“Hey. There’s a package for you at the front desk.”

“A what? A package? What package?”

Your coworker shrugged.

Confused, you walked to the reception area. Brittany saw you coming and squealed in a voice that was completely unprofessional, “Look! You lucky duck! You got flowers! That’s so sweet! I never get flowers!”

Who in the hell would send you flowers?

“Open it!” Britt exclaimed, clapping her hands after she shoved the box at you.. Then, in a faux pout, she needled, “You never told us you have a boyfriend! You thought you could keep it from us, but then he sent you flowers--”

The thin box felt heavy enough to contain roses, and even through the cardboard their scent wafted through. Popping the tape fastening the box closed, you opened it.

It was roses, all right. Their woody stems seemed mostly okay, but the flowers themselves had lost some color in their wilted state. The petals were brown along their wrinkled edges, and a couple had flopped over like sad cartoon flowers. Some of leaves had mold on them. Their distinctive scent came from the beginning stages of their rot, not because they were fresh. 

Brittany’s face, wide-eyed with excitement, fell. “Oh no! It must have been too hot in the delivery van! That’s too bad, they looked like they would have been really pretty! You’ll have to tell your boyfriend. At least he sent a card!”

Before she could be bold enough to snatch it out of the box, you grabbed it. 

Despite it being in your hand, she followed it with her eyes. Years of working with professionals whose penmanship was less than legible gave her the superhuman power to read the writing on it. Even when this writing was worse than abysmal.

“Love you! BJ,” she read aloud, before looking back up at you. “BJ? His name is BJ?” “Uh. Yeah,” you mumbled, then made a lame excuse about having to get back to your desk because you left a client on hold. 

At least you’d been quick enough to close the box on the withered roses before she could see the ribbon still tied around them emblazoned with “In Fondest Memory.” You didn’t want the opportunity to find out if she was astute enough to realize they’d been filched from a gravesite.

⁂

“YOU GOT ANOTHER PACKAGE!” 

Grimacing, you jerked the phone away from your ear as Brittany’s voice rang through it. With a sigh, you muttered an acknowledgement that you’d be right there and set the receiver back into the handpiece.

More flowers. You’d thanked Beetlejuice for the unexpected surprise at work; he’d preened like a peacock and told you you’d deserved every single one of those roses he’d found, that you were the best, that he was glad your coworkers could finally see that you had a normal, regular partner, that those posies weren’t the only surprise he had for you, winkwink--

Later you found he’d kept one of the roses. He’d shoved it down the front of his pants, and presented it to you like it was dewey fresh, instead of smashed and falling apart. “Another for the lady,” he’d said. “There’s plenty more where they came from.”

Still touched he’d thought about you at all, you’d accepted it too. And the hardcore pounding that followed soon after because he’d been “thinking about you all day and had a raging boner.”

There was the Beetlejuice you knew so well. Afterward, you guessed you were glad he had put some actual effort into the gift hadn’t just charged for flowers and delivery on your credit card. 

But now here were more. This box felt even heavier. Oh god, was he raiding funeral homes now? You gave an internal sigh of relief that it wasn’t a casket spray draped over Brittany’s desk. That would be just like Beetlejuice: showy, over the top, trying so hard but being just plain weird. All the reasons you liked the ghost, but also all the reasons you did your best to keep him and your normal, outside-the-house life separate--

“Well?! Don’t leave me in suspense!” Brittany demanded.

With a sigh she could hear this time, you tilted the box to get a nail under the tape. Whatever was in there shifted, and alarmingly, the box started buzzing. 

“What is that? Oh! Is it, like, one of those card you can record a message on? Or a recording inside a teddy bear?!”

“More likely a bunch of bees,” you muttered. “Probably some dumb pun about me being his honey or something . . .”

Brittany gave you a puzzled look. You ignored her and were much more cautious about easing the box open.

Good thing too, because you were able to close it again quickly, without her getting a chance to peek and see what was inside. 

“Well?!” your co-worker squawked.

A blush that you hoped wasn’t super noticeable--or if it was, you hoped it looked like anger and not embarrassment--made your cheeks hot.

“It’s--private! Sorry Britt, I’m going to have to run this to, uh, my car! I’ll be back quick!”

You bodily dodged her and her questions to hurry through the reception area and out the front door. You willed yourself to just hold onto the shaking box until you made it to the safety of your car. Only then did you fully open the box and see all the vibrators Beetlejuice had loaded into the cardboard. And for padding he used . . . your panties?! And a pair of his ratty briefs. 

For the love of . . . 

Clicking the button on the vibrator that had accidentally turned on, it cycled through slow, medium, fast, and extra fast before shutting off. There was no separate note; he’d taken the time to write directly on the inside of the lid. 

“Baby, you shake up my world!” he’d sloppily written. Beetlejuice had obviously changed his mind after he wrote it: The word “pulsate” had a line drawn through it and “shake” was below the rest of the sentence. Seeing the effort taken for the revision made you smile. “I can’t wait to shake yours tonight! I licked every one of these to get them ready for you.”

Several hearts and smiley faces were drawn too. If he had the artistic talent to draw something dirty, you had no doubt he would have.

It was the thought that counted. Right? That didn’t mean you weren’t going to sit down and have a talk with him about appropriate ‘gifts’ and what was and was not to be sent to your place of work. Of course that would mean he may find other spots to hide surprises, but a black and white striped tentacle-shaped vibrator found in your bed, or hell, even the couch, would be much more welcome than out in public where, you know, you could potentially be fired.

You’d tell him all that. You’d make him understand. Help him learn more about a suitable time and place for gift giving.

First, though, you’d let him use some of these vibrators on you--and in the interest of being fair, you’d use some on him!--tonight. You know, to be polite and appreciative of him thinking of you.

fin!

[plus-size-reader]

Weird

Stu Macher x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2755 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Stu developing a little bit of a thing for Randy’s coworker at the video store

Just a weird little thing my brain cooked up, with not too much intricate plot to speak of. 

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He’d been staring at you for an hour.

If he didn’t knock it off soon, Stu was sure that it would start to get creepy but he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t like he could just walk right up to you and start a conversation.

You probably wouldn’t even recognize him.

Besides, Stu wasn’t a super good conversationalist to begin with. He always got tongue tied and made inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. There was no telling how it would go, especially with you.

Stu’d had his eye on you all this time, and while he had never had trouble making friends, it was different with you.

All he could do was walk around the aisles of the video store, doing his best to look busy as he browsed the video selection.

He had always liked movies, and wasted away plenty of  night watching tapes with his friends but as of late, the movies had little to nothing to do with his frequent visits to the Woodsboro rental, and everything to do with you.

At first, it was innocent.

One night while he and Billy were looking for a couple blockbusters to occupy their time, he noticed you behind the counter where he typically would have found Randy.

It should have ended there, but because Stu was Stu, of course it didn’t.

The next day at school, he had given his strangest friend the third degree about who the hottie in his place was and found out that you were new.

Randy didn’t know too much about you, other than the fact that you chewed gum the entire time you were on the floor and that your favorite movie was Frankenstein. 

It was hardly enough to get to know a person, but it seemed to appease the man enough to end the barrage of questions.

At least for a while.

It wasn’t until he came in six or seven times without his partner in crime that Randy started to get suspicious over just what Stu thought he was doing here. 

After all, he had a girlfriend, a very hot girlfriend, who he could be spending time with instead of stalking you at work.

Not that he actually went out of his way to ask the blonde right away.

While his being there so frequently definitely looked weird, there were plenty of explanations for what Stu could have been doing, and in all honesty, he kind of freaked Randy out.

Besides, if all he wanted to do was look through the VHS tapes, there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. Billy and Stu were both good customers and as long as they kept renting movies, it was all good.

If you just so happened to be there when he came in, that was just how it was.

After all, you worked there so you were bound to be there pretty often. That meant that, coupled with the amount of time Stu and Billy spent there looking for good stuff to watch, you were bound to run into them quite a bit.

There were a lot of regulars.

Woodsboro was a relatively small town and you got familiar with people’s faces, especially those you saw all the time, but that didn’t mean you really knew them. You had begun to recognize Randy’s friends, but they were little more than that to you.

Maybe that was why you seemed to be so oblivious to Stu’s constant attention on you. To you, he was just another customer, one that you were even less familiar with then most of the others because Randy handled all of their business.

You very rarely even interacted with them at all.

Not to mention that you were extra busy tonight with the murders and all that. The residents of this town had taken that terrible act as inspiration to have their own blood-soaked horror movie nights in the comfort of their own homes.

There were so many people here tonight that you weren't even sure you would have had time to notice any individual person at all.

You may not have had time, but Randy certainly did and he’d had enough.

Not only was what Stu was doing inappropriate because he had a girlfriend, but it just made Randy feel kind of weird. You were a really cool person, sometimes Stu would have known if he ever bothered to say hello to you, and you didn’t deserve to be gawked at while you were trying to work.

“You’ve been looking at that for a while, you need help deciding?” Randy asked, less than subtly catching Stu in the middle of his ogling, not that the latter seemed to care in the least. Randy worked with you all the time, surely he saw what Stu saw.

You were hot.

That wasn’t his fault.

All he did was notice.

“Nah man, I’m good” he hummed, even going as far as to wink at Randy, making it painfully obvious that he knew exactly what he knew. There was nothing wrong with checking out a cute girl, and if anything, he assumed that Randy was just jealous.

After all, Stu was sure that he hadn’t made a move on you yet.

“You know Y/N’s a person right? you could just go talk to her” Randy scoffed, snatching the tape from Stu before he could argue.

This whole thing had been going on for too long and it was starting to get ridiculous.

Stu didn’t say anything for a second as he thought over what Randy was proposing. It couldn’t have hurt to actually talk to you, even with as nice as just staring at you for the last hour or so had been.

There was a small chance Billy wouldn’t like it, with the threat it would pose to their long con it would pose, but when the blonde glanced over at his friend to find him chatting up a few girls of his own, he made up his mind.

It wasn’t like talking to you would be the end of the world or something. It was just a conversation and it was like Randy said, you were a person after all.

You had been stacking VHS tapes on the displays around the store for the last few hours, filling in gaps here and there, and by this point, it was like muscle memory. You didn’t really think about it as you put each case on the wall, hardly paying attention to your surroundings.

This was just supposed to be a job to help pass the time and give you a little bit more walking around money, and you didn’t get paid enough to cater to every customer's every need.

That kind of thing was much more up Randy’s alley, who treated this job like the greatest thing to ever happen to him. If someone had a question about a movie, you pointed them in his direction and kept on stacking.

...but that wasn’t always going to work.

Out of nowhere, you heard someone clear their throat behind you, too close to be directed at anyone that wasn’t you.

Naturally, having worked here for a while, you assumed that it was just someone with a question about where to find something and turned around. Helping people find the things they were looking for was literally your only job, after all.

What you could have never expected was Stu Macher, standing there with an almost expectant grin on his face.

“Can I help you find something?” you asked, practically reciting from the script you were given when you were hired here. He was probably looking for some movie full of Jamie Lee flashing her tits, just like every other guy around here was.

Whatever it was he needed though, he needed to get to it.

You had to restock all of these shelves with titles from the back, a task that would surely keep you here until midnight anyway. 

The longer he took to get to the point, the more behind you would be.

Besides, it wasn’t like he needed you specifically for that. He could have just as easily asked Randy for whatever horny horror fest he was searching for.

Not that such a simple idea had struck Stu in all the time he’d been here, doing whatever it was he was doing.

“I’m actually just looking,” he hummed, shrugging in a way that should have sent him back to where he had previously been browsing, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was a complete and total lie. 

Stu was only here for one reason, and one reason alone.

He had to make a move.

If he didn’t, it was becoming clear that Randy was thinking about it and there was just no way the blonde was going to let that happen.

“You come here often?” he tried after a few seconds, letting himself lean a bit over you, consuming all the space that your height didn’t occupy.

It was quite the line, you had to give him that, not that it was anything other than awkward given his clumsy, goofy delivery and the dopey look on his face.

He wanted to be cool about this whole thing, and to come off mysterious and suave, like Billy always did, but it wasn’t working. Obviously, because as soon as he said it, you laughed.

You actually laughed.

It was hardly the reaction Stu had been expecting from you, or any guy could have expected under the circumstances, but he assumed it was better than you just shutting him down right off the bat.

At least if you were laughing, you weren’t walking away.

“What?” he laughed, an almost unsettled edge to his desperate attempt to salvage any part of this interaction. Given all the time that he’d had to prepare for what exactly it was he was going to say to you, it should have been much better than that.

...but you had to give him some credit.

As awkward as this was, he put himself out there in a way that took a lot of courage, courage that most guys around here didn’t have. Normally, they would just make some crude attempt at sexualizing you then call you fat when you rejected it.

Stu was already vastly ahead of the douchebags you were used to.

“Nothing, that's just much more of a line than I was expecting, Randy put you up to it?” you questioned, catching sight of the way the male in question was gawking over at the two of you, not even bothering to pretend he wasn’t snooping.

It wouldn’t have surprised you if he set it all up to be funny, but Stu didn’t seem to find the same understanding. In fact, he was almost insulted by the idea of what you were suggesting. Like he couldn't just hit on a pretty girl without a reason?

He’d done it plenty of times before without cause.

“Nah, I just wanted to get to know you a little better” he shrugged, continuing to talk even as you leaned down to gather a few of the movies from the storage boxes, headed to the rom com section to stock them on the shelves.

It was sweet, in a strange way.

He was really weird, you couldn’t act like he wasn’t, but there was also something about him that was almost endearing.

“Well, I’m a captive audience until six so ask away” you allowed, a small smile on your face as you tried to focus on doing your job while also maintaining a conversation with the man in front of you. You were trying really hard to keep it as professional as possible, but it wasn’t exactly easy.

After all, he was laying it on pretty thick, making it overly clear just how interested in you he was even though he was trying to convey an air of casualness.

“Okay, what’s your favorite movie?” came Stu’s voice again, accompanied by the tapping of his fingers on the shelf.

You thought over his question for a second or so, doing your best to figure out what he wanted you to say before you decided to just go with it. Talking to Stu wasn’t the worst thing you would have to do today, and based on how it was going, it might actually help pass the time.

At least he was entertaining.

“It depends on what genre you’re looking at, I guess. I like all kinds of stuff” you decided, standing up briefly to find him leaning over the shelf separating the two of you, his face in his hand.

If nothing else, he certainly seemed to be pretty enthralled with this conversation.

It was something you didn’t get super often, and it would be a lie to say that it didn’t feel nice to have someone so interested in every single word that fell from your lips.

It was no wonder he was so popular.

“I’ve always been a horror guy myself. Like any of those?” he asked, tapping his fingers gingerly on the shelf as he spoke, syncing up his words rather nicely as he grinned at you. He was hoping, not so secretly, that you did.

As much as he was clearly attracted to you, his obsession with gore was a big part of Stu’s life and he didn’t want to miss out on it in any way.

It would just be a huge bonus if you liked watching them with him, so that you could watch them together for date nights and stuff.

It would be a good time, not to mention the fact that he and Billy only ever really did that.

“Yeah, I do. That’s actually why I started working here” you informed, thinking about just how quickly you had applied for this job once you found out they were hiring. Of all the places you could work in this town, it just felt like the place.

It was perfect.

“That’s great, I was hoping you'd say that” Stu allowed, smiling at you as he thought about it. All in all, this was going a lot better than he could have ever assumed and now that he knew he could check the horror block with you too, he was thrilled.

You couldn't have been more perfect for him.

“Maybe we could watch some sometime, at my folks place?” he offered, a twinkle in his eye as he finally got to the point that he’d been waiting for all this time.

The two of you had never really had a conversation alone before now, because his friends were always tagging along. However, it wasn’t as if he’d made too bad a first impression, as strange as he was.

You were kind of lost as to what could have brought this on so suddenly but watching a movie or two at his house couldn’t have been the end of the world.

He was harmless, and besides, it could have been fun to get to know him better.

You stopped, straightening up to look him in the face, that same sly grin there that he hadn’t been able to wipe off his face in this entire time.

“Yeah, we can do that. You can just get my number from Randy and call sometime” you smiled, turning back away to finish up the last of the box from the back. The sooner you finished this up, the sooner you could start cleaning up from the rush.

For you, it was a simple enough suggestion. Randy and the rest of your coworkers all had your telephone number and seeing as they were pretty close, it would just be easier for him to get it there. 

If your manager found out you were flirting on the job, you would never hear the end of it.

Though, for Stu, it was far less innocent. He had only really just interacted with you in this new way but now that he had, he wasn’t exactly a huge fan of Randy already having your number.

Especially not knowing how much the male in question likes you.

“Cool, cool, I’ll talk to you later then” Stu nodded, turning around to find Randy still watching intently. He seemed to really think that he had a shot but now that Stu had made up his mind, there was no way he was ever going to let that happen.

You were too good for him to just let you go so easily.

[astrobydalia]

Astro observations👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

❤️Relationship edition❤️

I was gonna hold off this post until Valentine’s day but I said f*ck it, just post it. 🤷🏽‍♀️Also thank you very much for the love on my last observation post! Hope you enjoy these.💕

****NOTE: when I say “couples” in this post I mean two people that have a relationship. Any sort of relationship: romantic, friendship, etc. 

Credit: Tumblr blog @astrobydalia

❤️ Honestly 7th house & 8th house overlays in synastry should not be taken lightly in my opinion. For better or for worse. It could make for a strong bond, but it also has a lot of potential to become a very unhealthy relationship. If there’s only 7th house overlay then the relationship could be very needy and dependent. If there’s only 8th house overlay there could be constant lingering magnetism and tensions of all kinds for better or for worse. So when you have the best of both worlds in a synastry….. well..... You’d have to look at the rest of the synastry and the composite of course but I’d say to try to handle this energy with care

❤️ When someone’s planet is aspecting your mars in a tense aspect that person may know exactly how to push your buttons and may even do it intentionally (synastry can go either way too)

❤️ I’ve noticed that mars in synastry can have something to do with how you got to know that person or were you met them

❤️ The people you had a deep crush on likely had their moon land in your 4th house. If not a crush you could have a tender spot for that person.

❤️ When someone’s sun lands on the same house your natal sun is this can create a “you are like me” type of vibe once you get to know that person, even if the suns aren't making a conjunction.

❤️ Virgo rising in the composite could mean that the couple met as coworkers

❤️ Libra rising in the composite:

very common in couples where people always asume they are dating even when they’re not or people always say they’d look cute together. This is the type of couple that you see is always together

This rising also means that the couple could have met through somebody else or they met by being formally introduced by another party. They could get together because they have a common friend or something and their relationship is a polite formality.

Also, Libra rising in the composite is said to be very favorable for romantic couples (duh) and I don’t disagree, but this can be a lot of times a very superficial placement (unless the rest of the chart says otherwise). This rising either makes two people inseparable or a lot of times the people stay as mere acquaintances or have a, again, a “polite” relationship or a casual friendship, etc.

Lastly, I’ve noticed that whatever type of relationship the two people might have, with this rising in the composite, ending the relationship comes easy, without any hard feelings or drama  

❤️ Aquarius rising in the composite could mean that the couple met online, in some sort of community like a fandom and/or they bonded over a very specific common interest. Also very common in people that share the same group of friends

❤️ Having someone’s mars landing on your 8th house could mean that you low-key hate or resent that person for no particular reason. Actually, there IS a reason but it’s usually something the person doesn’t want to admit, since the 8th house represents what we deliberately keep under lock & key.

❤️ On the other hand, if you have someone’s personal planets falling in your 4th or your 12th house, that person could give you millions of reasons to hate them but you always forgive them. In the case of the 4th house, this could be bc you have a soft spot for them, but in the case of the 12th house it could mean you idolize them or there could be some naiveness bc you see the “best” in them.

❤️ With Pisces rising in the composite I’ve noticed there’s like this constant dynamic of distance or separation and then being reunited. The couple may feel like their connection is so deep and genuine that it transcends distance and time.

❤️ I don’t exactly know why this is but I’ve noticed a lot of married couples that have their rising in neighboring signs

❤️ I’ve noticed that Saturn in the 7th in the natal chart experience rejection from lovers, like partners suddenly freezing them out, blocking or ghosting them. They could also be the ones doing this as well. These natives either find it hard to find a partner and stay single for a very long time or they’re the type to desperately hold on to someone for YEARS out of the belief that that’s all they have or all they’ve known. These natives could really be prone to just settling for less. Another scenario is that people with this placement are attracted to lovers that restrict them in some way, like partners that constantly tell them what they should or shouldn’t do and stuff like that

❤️ Scorpio rising in the composite could mean that the couple spilled their guts to each other the second they met lol. Could have a dynamic where you are each other’s therapists.

❤️ The house where Venus is in the composite indicates how and what area of life you guys usually get together (Check: Venus in the composite houses)

❤️ Personal planets in tight conjunction to the nodes in synastry could mean that you guys dream about each other

❤️ Air or Leo rising in the composite is common in couples that have a lot of inside jokes

Credit: Tumblr blog @astrobydalia

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: you’re going to a chistmas party with your ex in attendance and you try to find a replacement as quick as possible. 

♡ song suggestion: HIP - MAMAMOO

♡ pairing: jon kent (superboy) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes 

“i can’t just go to this party and not show up with a date, do you know how humiliating that is?” you exclaimed to Damian, chugging back the last bit of wine you had in your glass, “it’s easy for you to show up like that because you’re fucking Bruce Wayne’s son and you aren’t the one who actually lied here...I DID!” 

Damian saw the panic arising in your eyes as you tried to come up with just anything to get out of the Wayne Christmas party but nothing was coming up in order to actually get you out of it. it was too late to actually back out and you swore to Damian you’d attend the party so it wouldn’t be so miserable for him. 

“who exactly did you lie to that you’re that deep into a lie?” Damian asked, kicking his legs up on his desk. “Michael from human resources! he’s been up my ass about taking me out that i finally broke one day and said I was already in a relationship and while he did back off, he’s expecting me to bring a date,” you confessed. 

Damian started laughing again, not knowing whether to fire Michael to finally put you out of your misery or actually take the opportunity to make you meet his oh so single best friend...Jon Kent. he sat on the idea for a few minutes as you ran your fingers through your hair nervously. 

“good lord, if I bring a friend of mine as your date, will you be quiet?” you looked at him in confusion. “you have friends?” you laughed, instantly dodging his wad of paper. 

“for your information, I actually do,” you sighed, not really knowing if you wanted to take him up on the offer, “he’s a friend of mine from Metropolis. he’ll say yes, it’s up to you,” you cautiously agreed, threatening him that if his so called ‘friend’ ended up being some creep, you were within your rights to hurt him. 

as you and Damian exited the building, you saw the copious amounts of reporters standing to the side, trying to capture photos of Damian or getting information on the party for tomorrow. 

you sighed, giving the reporters the middle finger, not really in the mood to deal with their bs. there were a few times those nosey reporters had made stories about you and Damian. claiming that you were sleeping with him so you could get closer to the Wayne family heir. it didn’t exactly help that you were in the assistant and secretary role as well. 

“wow, feisty aren’t you?” you heard Damian’s eldest brother, Dick, say out of no where. you quickly greeted him, seeing that the street to get out of Wayne Enterprises was getting clogged up with traffic, “see all of you tomorrow! Damian, don’t let me down!” 

Dick looked over to his brother, wondering what you meant by that. “I’m bringing Jon as her date for tomorrow,” he explained. his eyes widened, “really? him?” he asked, surprised that he would even set up a date for someone. “yeah, he has way too much time on his hands and it’d be better for me to set those two up to finally get them out of my hair.” Dick laughed knowing exactly where that could go wrong. 

+ 

the morning finally came, much to your unamused pleasure. you had told Damian that you’d meet him at his place so if anything funny happened with his date, it wouldn’t happen to your embarrassment at your work place. you were not sure who your mystery date was and Damian refused to give you a name. all he had told you was that he worked in Metropolis and had been his friend for years. 

you dragged yourself into the shower and unwillingly got dressed. your makeup was the hardest part of the entire outfit as you were going to try and perfect it as much as possible. you had never really gone all out with the makeup in what felt like years so you figured today would be the day. 

“almost ready?” Damian asked over the phone. you rolled your eyes, “yeah, i’m just pulling my shoes on before heading over to your place,” you responded as you munched on a granola bar, “why do you care?” you asked. 

you heard two voices laugh, “because your date is here so hurry up!” Damian exclaimed before hanging up the phone. you didn’t bother to play into his antics before finishing up. the dress you had bought was something you had from a previous event and up until now, you hadn’t worn it again. 

the dress you had picked was one from a previous event that no one hardly saw. it hugged the curves you wanted to show and you knew it would surprise those who hardly saw you gala or formal party attire. 

you got into your car and chugged back a red bull before heading into Damian’s home. you saw a few cars parked in his garage along with a limo to which you assumed you and a few others were going to take. you annoyingly pushed the doorbell to strike a nerve in Damian. 

“woah,” you heard Dick say as he opened the door, “I know, I look good,” you said smiling. he nodded in agreement as the two of you walked in farther into the house. you could tell Dick kept looking at you every so often and even dropping a few compliments and pick up lines. 

as the two of you were walking, you hadn’t realized you had completely passed Damian and his friend. you were so enamored with your conversation with Dick that it wasn’t until Damian half-annoyed screamed your name out to catch your attention. you turned around and stopped mid way through when you saw Damian and his friend. 

“oh hey,” you whispered, not wanting to look at Damian’s friend in the eye. he was a lot more attractive than you had anticipated. “didn’t know you could actually clean up nicely,” Damian murmured, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out. 

you gave him the middle finger in response, “this is Jon Kent, Jon, this is ( your name ), I guess she’s my friend,” he rolled his eyes at the last thing he had said. you slowly stuck your hand out to shake but much to your surprise, Jon had shook your hand rather excitedly. 

“nice to meet ya!” he exclaimed, his slight southern drawl coming out. you laughed at his excited tone, “heard a lot about ya!” he continued. you looked at Damian, “aww, you do like me!” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your face. 

Damian kicked you in the back of the leg before murmuring that all of you needed to head out before any of you got into trouble for being late. you met up with Dick and Tim who were arguing about something as the three of you waited for Alfred to pull up with the car. 

the entire ride to the venue, it was just you and Jon talking here and there. you could tell that Jon was the very exact opposite of Damian and it was a wonder how him and Damian even got along with their personalities being the exact opposite from each other. once the car came to halt, all of you piled out, the cameras immediately snapping as they realized the Wayne’s have arrived. 

“don’t kill them this time,” Damian threatened you as you put up your hands in defense. you looked over to Jon and gave him a small nervous smile, “ready?” he asked as you nodded. 

he put his arm around your waist, tightening it as the two of you walked up to the red carpet. you smiled fakely to the cameras. Jon looked down at you, not expecting this reaction to the paparazzi. “not a fan, eh?” he asked. you shook your head no, “god knows how many times those idiots have thought that Damian and I were together.” 

Jon gave you a look, “but the two of you are like siblings?” you shook your head, “I know but they think we’re hiding behind all of that.” the two of you reached inside of the building to see the long extended tables as you and Jon were seated on a two chaired table. 

Jon pulled your chair out, making sure you were comfortable before sitting down across from you. the menu was pre filled as it was your job to make sure everything on it was correct and put everything they were going to serve for the course of the night. 

“so, what do you for a living in Metropolis?” you asked as they put small appetizers in front of you. Jon smiled, “I work for the newspaper,” he replied, “I bet it’s tough to be Damian’s assistant, huh?” he asked as you nodded yes, dramatically. 

through the course of the night, you and Jon talked, Jon making sure the conversation never died down. you had to give Damian credit. you weren’t exactly trustful in Damian that he would pull through on his blind date for you but Jon up till this point had not made you seem uncomfortable or even slightly creeped out. he was like the perfect gentleman. 

“wanna dance?” Jon asked, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand softly. you held his hand, giving it a squeeze as a response. 

the two of you walked to the small dance floor as you saw a few of your coworkers, those who were either married or in long term relationships dancing. you gave them a wave as they waved back before going back to their conversations with their partners. 

“I’m glad you came,” you told Jon as you took a sip of your champagne shyly. he looked down to you and grinned, “I’m glad I did too. I wasn’t going too originally but once Damian told me a bit about you, I just knew I had to meet you,” he replied as you hid your face in his shoulder, slightly embarrassed. 

the song playing in the background happened to be a piano rendition of ‘Someday My Prince Will Come’. you had watched Snow White a million times as a child and the fact that this song was playing as you were dancing with someone who you hoped would give you a second date made your heart swell. 

“I have to admit, I’m glad I told Damian as well. the date was so last minute and honestly, Damian is the last person I would ever trust to put me in a blind date situation but I’m happy that he actually pulled through for once.” 

Jon laughed as he bent down a bit and kissed your cheek in response. you noticed that the more nervous Jon got, the more his slight southern accent would come out. you reciprocated the kiss but this time, you kissed him on the lips. he was taken by surprise but nevertheless, he returned it. this time deepening it a bit. 

after the two of you danced a few more songs, you took a break as Jon excused himself to the bathroom and you made a beeline to the bar to refill your glass along with Jon’s. 

“hey there gorgeous,” you heard the voice from the last person you wanted to see. you turned to Michael and gave him a tight lipped smile, “good evening Michael,” you responded, trying to get back to getting your drinks. “I saw you with your little boyfriend earlier but I knew I had to come over here and tell you how fine you looked.” 

you felt yourself wanting to gag by what he was saying as you felt him grab your wrist, “since your boyfriend isn’t around, how about you give me a little dance,” he asked. just as you were about to response, you felt Jon’s presence behind you, “who’s this, baby?” he asked, staring down at Michael. 

to Jon’s credit, he was towering over Michael. “no one,” you replied, shaking yourself off of him, “hiya! I’m Jon, ( your names ) boyfriend. you are?” he asked. Michael scoffed, half scared at how Jon was looming over him, “I’m her coworker,” he replied before leaving. 

you look to Jon in relief, “thank you so much,” you said. he smiled, putting his arm around your waist, “no problem, isn’t that what I’m here for?” he asked with a smile on his face. without actually realizing what you were doing, you happened to snuggle closer to Jon as you saw Damian approaching the two of you. 

throughout the rest of the night, you kept yourself to Jon’s side as you remained with Damian and a few others. every time you left, Jon made sure that once you returned, he always had his arm around your waist or shoulder. Jon’s grasp was firm and even slightly possessive but you did not mind it one bit. 

if you were being honest, you were hoping that at some point in the future, the two of you would get farther than that but for the moment, you enjoyed being in his grasp. 

[eggwatchi]

The Astrological Houses Challenge part 7/12

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The Seventh House of Twelve *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

THE SEVENTH HOUSE

"The seventh House is sometimes referred to as the House of marriage, but it encompasses all one-to-one relationships: marriage, business partnerships, contracts, cooperative relationships, and also divorce, separation, quarrels, open enemies, and law suits."

Since the 7th house is a comfortable place for Libra energy, and Libra is ruled by Venus, our heir will be influenced the same way. This adds themes of being fair, charming, romantic and indecisive.

Traits: Outgoing, Snob, Squeamish +Vegetarian (See Mod Addon's in image or Optional Mods at the bottom of this post)

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: Law (judge branch) (base game-business-management branch)

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What Will Their Life Be Like?

You're playing as a sim who's life revolves around partnership, the good and the bad.

Your upbringing taught you a lot, it made you the sim you are today! You appreciate what your parent did for you, even though you've seen them make very hard decisions that also impacted you! They singlehandedly kept your environment and food pristine, even though they were running on such little free time. Because you were a bit lonely as a kid, you're never usually single or at least without a friend by your side now. You think life is better in pairs. You’re charming, beautiful and a little picky about food after what you've been taught. Everything seems perfect when you fall for a coworker. You're partners in everything, including work, parenting, and even your own business! But soon life takes a turn, and you learn even the best of partnerships can have impactful separations that will have generational effects!

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GOALS

You may use family money or freerealestate to purchase a house in a new world

Obtain the death flower from your parent, pass it on to one of your children ASAP.

Be roommates with your BFF until you get engaged/married to someone else

Marry a sim in the same career, this sim should own a large house that you will move to now and have the commitment issues trait (you can cheat these things)

Buy a business together (Get To Work required)

Complete Up to Love Handler or part 3 of your aspiration

Have only two children

Catch your spouse cheating and forgive them/work it

Have 5+ Business lunches or meals with co-workers

You fall in love with another coworker while married

Divorce your first spouse after you’re tired of their cheating. Everything is split, if you keep the child with the death flower in their inventory, you also keep the business, but lose the house and the other child. If you keep the child without the death flower, you keep the house but lose the business and the other child.

Become enemies with your first spouse

Marry your BFF, and complete your aspiration with them.

Plan weekly Date nights for whatever partner you’re with

Gain the Hungry For Love Lifestyle (base-game be in a romantic relationship and/or use romance options on other Sims a lot.)

Purchase Great Kisser Reward trait

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OPTIONAL ASPECTS

SPECIAL COLOUR: Blue and Lavender

APPEARANCE: Symmetrical Face, Plump/Curvy Body, Attractive, Wears Copper or Opal Jewellery,

REQUIRED GENETICS/SPOUSE: Sharp Features, Prominent Nose, Thick Brows, Hypnotic Eyes

THE NEXT HEIR: Welcomed in the Fall

DEATH: "Apparently it is possible to overdo it. This Sim did it to death. Elders who WooHoo too often may die of overexertion."

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CREDITS

A lot of my info is from The Only Astrology Book You Will Ever Need

My House Descriptions are based on Astro Library

The cute Astrology wheel I am using DearHoroscope

The constellations: Icon Finder

Inspiration: I was watching this youtube video by Rosebud when they mentioned a Zodiac Legacy Challenge by Cowplant-Pizza!

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OPTIONAL MODS:

Small Vegetarian Overhaul By Robin allows you to simply click your sim and choose "become a vegetarian" rather than using a trait slot

The Personality Mod By MissyHissy allows you to make this sim a Romance Sim with a custom reward trait

The Zodiac Signs Mod By Radiophobe allows you to make this Sim a Libra with a custom reward trait

[wannabegwenstacy]

Eden's Favorite Fic's (BTS Fic Recs)

Updated Version: Here!

Note: In the past I haven't indulged in tumblr fics often but I recently (past 3 months) have been reading quite regularly & am planning on branching out a bit. To keep track of the ones that I have enjoyed & the ones that I have even came back to I'm making this list. Again, I haven't been digging into the tumblr fics world for long so for right now its a very short list. I'm hoping with time I can get more fics of different types on here (btsxbts, some gender neutral xreader ones, & more ones that I genuinely like)

About me to understand what's going to be on here:

Age: 21 (99' liner)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ult Bias: Yoongi

Trio: Rap Line

I am OT7. I do enjoy smut but don't think it is necessary to FF. Overall I just want a well-crafted plot that makes sense. I read for entertainment & to escape. But I still need some form of realism (just me personally) to follow the trail of events. PSA: I'm trying to find a broader scope of writers I like but for right now I don't have many. There are gonna be some repetitive writers for now.

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Kim Namjoon:

- Librarian Namjoon Universe by @jungshookz

Beauty & the Bookworm (I love this concept SO MUCH)

Pairing: Cute, Good Boy, Nerdy, University Librarian Namjoon x Bratty, Semi-Popular, Procrastinator, University Student Reader

Word count: 20.8k

Summary: You're a procrastinator big time and you may or may not be failing. To get some extra credit you begrudgingly take the library assistant opening where you work under strict dorky Namjoon. Passive aggressiveness, cuteness, fluff, & some smuttiness arises.

Jealous-Boyfriend-Librarian Namjoon (Drabble)

Pairing: Jealous Boyfriend Librarian Namjoon x Oblivious Cute Girlfriend Uni Student Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: You take an Art History Course and end up needing a tutor. Joon offers to tutor you but he doesn't know shit about Art History so you end up getting tutored by an ArtHoe Taehyung that may or may not like you but you are oblivious to this and Joon gets super jealous.

Kim Seokjin:

- Hockey Player Jin by @ve1vetyoongi

HEART OF GOLD (BLADES OF ICE)

Pairing: Sweet Hot New Hockey Player in Town Jin x Ex-Figure Skater (who has a history with jin) Reader

Word count: 20k

Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart. (Jimin is a bully in this and their other k-pop idols as characters. Very Very Fluffy and Hallmark Christmas Movie-ish so be aware of that. Overall, it's just cute :) )

Min Yoongi:

Note: these are all but one by the same writer @jungshookz & are written from the pov of a female reader. I'm gonna try to find some gender-neutral fics but for now, if you are female-identifying I really enjoyed these! :)

- Mechanic Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Baby, You Can Drive My Car (My favorite AU Fics I've read so far on Tumblr!!)

Pairing: Tatted, Mic Drop Era, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Spoiled Rich, Inexperienced, University Student Reader

Word count: 24.6k

Summary: Welcome to Min Mechanics - What can I do for you today, doll?

Maybe She Can Drive His Car

Pairing: Oblivious, Hot, Boyfriend, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Adorable, Spoiled, University Student, Jealous Girlfriend Reader

Word count: 11.6k

Summary: Yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

- Uni Yoongi x Nerdy Reader (mini series) by @jungshookz

Note: these are all drabbles I'm gonna link my favorites in the series. I'll probably add more later.

Cocky Uni Student Yoongi x Nerdy Reader:

^^This is the start of the mini-series, recommend you read it first!^^

The One with the Scrunchie:

Contains: smut, a super cute scrunchie turning into a kink of sorts, slightly insecure Yoongi, experienced Yoongi, slightly inexperienced reader, shy about their own body reader.

Yoongi always had an Overactive Imagination:

Contains: talking about sex, implied smut, reader trying to be productive while also being horny, Yoongi being super distracted and horny.

"I'm gonna need you to shut up now please"

- CEO Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Suit&Tie (First Fic in the series)

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Wordcount: 21k+

Summary: Young Intimidating Hot CEO Yoongi, Clumsy Secretary Y/N who loves Sugar, Best Friend Jimin. Funny Awkward Meeting that sets up the whole plot, was like reading a Kdrama in book form.

The One Where Augst D makes a Comeback (Favorite Fic in the series)

SPOILERS READ PRIOR DRABBLES TO CATCH UP!! (I recommend The First Date, The One Where Yoongi is Just a Little Jealous, The Proposal, The Wedding, Baby Makes Three, Baby Min's Timeline, The Birth of Baby Min, Daddy's Little Girl, Who the Hell is Augst D.

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: Yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he's going to gi-give it to you more ways than one.

- Demon Yoongi by @jungshookz

Hellish (I got some feelings for incubus Yoongi not gonna lie)

Pairing: Bratty, Super Sexy, Sex Demon, Mint Min Yoongi x University Student, Non-Supernatural Believer Reader

Word count: 22.1k

Summary: Jungkook is your clueless, energetic best friend. Wonho is a character in this fic, You are dragged into summoning a demon one night by your overly excited to be summoning a demon? best friend Jungkook. Spooky but Kind of Sexy Shit Happens! (This is probably my second favorite Yoongi Fic I've read!)

- Basketball Captain Yoongi by @jungshookz

Basketball Captain Yoongi

Pairing: Cocky, Popular, Charming Captain of the Basketball Team Min Yoongi x Water girl University Student Reader (who has been crushing on Yoongi hard for some time)

Word count: 18.4k

Summary: Jungkook is your athletic bro of a best friend that signs you up to be his replacement as the water boy (girl in this case) after he makes the team. You have had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on Yoongi for a while and is basically the only reason you agreed to be the water girl aside from spending time with Jungkook. It's fluffy & smutty!

- Android Yoongi @jungshookz

Technologically in love (..I cried! but I also smiled a lot so you know this is well written)

Pairing: Personal Assistant Prototype but SUPER Lifelike Android Min Yoongi x Messy, Junkfood, & Cartoons Loving Reader (basically your early 20s living alone kind of vibe)

Word count: 24k+

Summary: You live in a Detroit Becoming Human type universe but prior to a lot of the advancements. Androids are already a thing but not to the level the M1N Y00NG1 is yet. You are best friends with all the boys and they happen to be engineers which is how you ended up with Yoongi in the first place. Namjoon created Yoongi as a personal assistant prototype android & you are told to live with him. Things get fluffy, SUPER ANGSTY, and super smutty!

- Listen Closely by @avveh

Listen Closely ( sexiest Yoongi fic I have read so far, I kept wanting to go back and read again)

Pairing: Tsundere Office Worker Min Yoongi x Hardworking Office Worker Reader

Word count: 12.2k

Summary: Unintentionally, you stumble upon something that makes you view your coworker Min Yoongi in a whole new light. (SMUT 18+: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breathplay, spanking, degrading names.)

Jung Hoseok:

- Secret Boyfriend Hoseok by @kpopfanfictrash

Keeping a Secret (this took me places...Idk about you but I have trouble finding really good Hoseok fics and this one was perfect. One of my favorite fics on this website)

Pairing: New Relationship Dom Hoseok x New Relationship Tease Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated? SMUT!

- Studio Sex Hoseok by @joonbird

Studio:

Pairing: Boyfriend BTS Hoseok x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax. (Hobi being the beautiful glorious sexy man he is and putting those ungodly hips to use!)

Park Jimin:

- Jimin and His Pregnancy Kink by @boymeetsweevil

ME, YOU, AND THIS THING WE HAVE BETWEEN US (NSFW)

Pairing: Sweet Caring Domestic but Horny Jimin x Pregnant Hormonal Reader

Word count:~3.7k

Warnings (aka what to prepare for): everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and Jimin is…happy about it (If I remember correctly this one is 25% cute domestic Jimin trying to calm his hormonal pregnant partner and 75% pure filth aka Jimin having a pregnancy kink and trying to hide it but not well at all. This is however my ultimate fav Jimin smut I have ever read!)

- Crush/Neighbor Jimin by @sketchguk

Lover to Lean On: (I absolutely adore this fic. Overall it's just really well written and I felt like I was watching a show in my head rather than reading a short Tumblr fic. Highly recommend it!)

Pairing: Cute Customer & Neighbor Jimin x Florist Reader

Word Count: 19.9k

Summary: For months, you can hear your no-face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. Above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. You’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course, you’re bitterly single. But one day, the apartment is radio silent. And one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. So on Valentine’s Day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

Kim Taehyung:

-Roommate Taehyung Universe by @jungshookz

Stuck with You

Pairing: Frat Bro bit of an asshole Roommate Kim Taehyung x Clean Organized bit of a Pushover Reader

Word count: 37k

Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things to ever happen to you. Librarian Namjoon is your Best friend and ex-roommate. Frat bro Jeon Jungkook makes an appearance. There is so smut and implied smut.

The One with the One Year Anniversary (Drabble)

Pairing: The cutest domestic boyfriend Kim Taehyung x girlfriend reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: NO SPOILERS! so I'm going to give you a quote: "well, um, look! I made breakfast for you. f-for us!" Also, SFW

Jeon Jungkook:

- Gamer Jungkook by @softyoongiionly

PRESS START (this is the cutest fucking smut type fic I have ever read! it is so pure and is the exact type of relationship I want! IT MADE ME SIMP SO HARD!) gender-neutral I believe!

Pairing: Night owl Gamer Domestic Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook x Witty Domestic Cutesy Relationship Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex. (GREAT READ!! I AM A SIMP FOR THIS FIC!!)

[never-a-stranger]

Inspired by one of kaspuur, frostlowe, alienorganzz, kitty_dorodoro 's drawings of Max & @em-doods 's coloring style

Drew Max in outfits he wears for his side jobs whenever there isn't a case from the commissioner for awhile

There's a story that you can now read below related to Sam finding out Max's secret with a lil bit of angst and a sweet ending~

Credits to my friend @peachypeach666 for helping me write the story!

CW // SUGGESTIVE OUTFITS AND POSES BELOW

In the story, they have a big fight and after that, Sam gets in a really bad slump. (Slump- sit, lean, or fall heavily and limply, especially with a bent back)

There's stubble on his face and his tie is loose, he's walking around town on how he messed things up with max and gets really low on his luck.

He wasn't passionate about his work anymore 'caus all he can think about is Max so he swallows his pride and goes to the best strip bar in town.

He's always seen it but never dared to go in there but right now he just wants to take his mind off of it.

He gets in there feeling out of his element, he thinks to himself "What am I even doing here?", as he looks over all the crowd and the half-naked employees.

He gave his coat over his shoulder and his hand in his pocket as he walks towards the bar, he gets a drink and downs it.

He didn't want to get back to his habit of drinking alcohol but he didn't care at the moment, he downed it with the taste of regret and despair then he hears the overhead speaker calls out "Lagonymph", the crowd cheers for the show.

Sam turns around to see what the commotion was and sees that someone's coming out on stage, Sam's ears perk up in surprise to see the familiar white lagomorph's face.

Max walks down the stage and does the usual routine dance that he does every other night, he takes off a piece of clothing while he slowly walks towards the front of the stage.

Sam gets up from his seat and moves towards the front of the cheering crowd, he looks at Max's seductive show as Sam finally makes it to the tables and the people gathering in chairs in front of the stage.

Sam was shocked that he has never seen this side of Max.

He felt confused, he felt like he was violating something, he felt happy to see his face again and he felt a lot of things but he just sat down and stared in awe.

Max would have dollars thrown at him as people whistled and stood up to throw the money on stage but they would all sit back down as they know what would happen next but Sam didn't know what would happen next.

As part of Max's signature performance, he would pick a person from the front row and give them their own personal show.

Max looked at the crowd and scanned the front row for a perfect candidate but instead locked eyes with a wide-eyed Sam that hasn't looked away from Max since he saw him.

Max's heart dropped as he stared at Sam.

He had a million questions, why was he here? How did he find him? It's been so hard to try and forget the work partner and best friend he shared so many good times with and now he had come to see him.

Fine, if he wanted a show then he'll give him one, Max was all for petty revenge as he kept his professionalism.

He swayed his hips as the spotlight followed him, Sam on the other hand had no idea why Max was approaching him and sat stiffly on the chair while gripping the armrests.

Sam began to wonder what the hell Max was thinking by dragging him into his show, Max gave him a smirk as he sat on Sam's lap.

Max was furious that after all that Sam has said to him, he would follow Max to where he works and scout him out.

That was a new low even for his ex-boyfriend.

Max continued to dance, making sure to put more effort to make Sam regret following him and invading his personal life.

Sam gripped the chair tighter as he almost jumped out of his seat, he had been drinking all night and tried to get his thoughts together.

He whispered "What the hell are you doing Max?!", he said in more of a statement than a question.

"Don't try pinning this on me, partner, you're the one scooping me out and finding me to work.", spitting venom at Sam (Spitting Venom- to be extremely angry) using all his anger to fuel himself by finishing the dance.

Retro's Note: Sam is hiding the fact that he likes the dance while still arguing with Max

The crowd cheers around them and it snaps Sam out of his thoughts with Max.

Sam is hurt, angry, and drunk, Max wraps his arms around Sam's neck to pull him in closer.

He tries to calm himself down and tries to ignore the fact that Max is on his lap right now.

He takes a deep breath and looks at a very smug-looking Max "I didn't follow you, knucklehead.", Sam stopped at that, not wanting to tell Max the real reason why he was there.

Max snorted and got up from Sam's lap to finish his dance, swaying his hips and finishing it with a split as he walks back on stage.

Sam was left confused and walked out of the club, he grabbed his motorcycle and waited for Max to get off of his shift.

He had so many thoughts swirling through his head but guilt ate at him and figured now would be the best time to talk to him.

He had wanted to ask one of the employees when Max's shift ended but for obvious safety reasons, he knew that wasn't gonna cut it, and instead he saved his luck bad waited out front.

He looked at the mirror of his motorcycle and saw how disheveled he looked.

He hadn't thought about shaving and didn't have the strength to put effort into looking his best, he knew he had to make things right, if not, it would probably kill him.

Max was distracted all night and even messed up a couple of times, he was in the back room with the other people that weren't on shift counting their money.

Max chatted them up and waved goodbye to his coworkers for their amazing performance. He stepped out of the back entrance confused and thinking about the night with Sam.

What was he supposed to think after his best friend and work partner comes to see him at his secret side job, he shakes his head as he makes his way home.

A roaring of a motorcycle pulls up beside him and Max turns around already knowing what to expect.

Sam steps out seeming soberer and put together than he did when he was inside.

Sam reacted with cheap beer and spilled vodka, Max wasn't surprised that Sam picked up his old habits.

"Max," Sam called out, Max didn't even want him to give him the time of day, Sam runs up to catch up with him.

Max keeps his head held high.

He didn't want to hear Sam's petty attempts to win him back, Max had more self-respect than to let someone back in his life hurt him.

With everyone who has ever known Max, has always betrayed and/or left him, he wasn't gonna be a fool to let another person do that to him again.

"Max would you just look at me." Sam realized the desperation in his voice at the thought of his friend that has always had a snarky comment to make is now not even looking at him.

"I'm not stupid Sam," Max said while turning the corner.

Unfortunate for him, Sam is larger than him and could easily keep up with Max's long strides.

"I just want to talk to you." Sam said, it seemed to have pushed something within Max 'cause he stopped and turned towards Sam, "You don't get to decide who talks, I decide who talks and if you want to keep this conversation going then I suggest you make it quick!"

It seemed weird having Sam's partner so serious like this, it must have hurt Max a lot when Sam had said those things to him. "I'm sorry, I just want us to talk."

Max sighs and knows it would hurt him as much as it hurts Sam but Max was far from showing it.

Max can smell the alcohol, he can see how miserable Sam looks and it's weird, Sam has always put so much care into how he presents himself.

"How about we stop home and talk then.", Max said while crossing his arms.

They went back to the motorcycle that was still near Max's workplace and headed home.

Afterward, they're at Sam's home.

Inside, Sam tells Max how he just found a random strip bar club which Max works at as coincidence by accident, Max realizes that he assumed the worst of why Sam is in there then felt embarrassed and guilty of how he treated Sam during his performance but Sam reassures him and understands Max's perspective on it

Sam then admits that he liked Max's dance, and supports whatever Max does in his side job.

Max appreciates his best friend supporting him even after what he did to Sam then feels a lot better now that he and his partner in crime finally made up.

THE END~

Thank you so much for reading! And if you want to make fanart, make sure to add #never a stranger sm , and mention this account or my main account @retrocandyfloss 💕

[waywardscorpio]

One Shot: Seth Rollin.

Warnings/Triggers: Kidnapping, guns (weapons), a little violence, fluff and happy at the end. (I'm not good at warnings I apologize everyone)

A/N: Please, don’t read if this is if it could trigger you. 18+ Please. You have been warned. Don’t copy, rewrite, or translate my work. I apologize if this wasn't good. I don't own the gif used. Credit to the owner

Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @sweetpea-1970 @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-loo @scuzmunkie @fanfiction-san

Requested by: @rollinsgirl10 Here you are. I hope you like it. I tried my best hun. 🙂.

*Third Person*

Seth texts Y/n at seven at night letting her know he made it to the performance center. When she didn’t answer the text he assumed she was asleep. She had a long day planning our vacation since Seth has time off for a couple weeks and they want some time together. Working in the Wwe and dating a coworker can be a little tricky. Especially when you two are both the champions and dominate on the shows at the moment. On and off screen Seth and Y/n, are very private about their personal life with each other. Out of respect they are respectful of the workplace and keep it strictly professional. The one thing that always stayed the same was you made friends and enemies in the buisness. 

Seth was in the middle of executing a Buckle Bomb when Steph went out and stopped the match and had Seth go to the back so she could talk to him. “What’s going on, why did….” Before he could finish his question Steph interrupts him. “Y/n has been taken. The cops need to talk to you and they will explain to you the rest.” She said as two cops walked over to where Seth was standing talking to Steph. “Hello Mr. Rollins. I’m Detective Marcus and this is my partner Detective Froster. Is there somewhere private we can talk?” Detective Marcus looks at Seth. “Yes, my locker room.” Seth said, leading them to her private locker room.

After shutting the door behind him, he turns and looks at the cops. “As you already know your girlfriend Ms. Y/L/N, has been kidnapped. We had gotten a call about a disturbance at your residence. When we got there we saw that there had been a struggle and she had been taken. Do you know of anyone that would want to take her or hurt her in any way?” Detective Foster asks Seth after she explains to him what has happened. They watched as Seth paced the locker room mind racing and hoping the love of his life was hurt or worse. He wants to kill Barrett. Detective Foster took her notepad out to take down any and all information that he gives them.Without any hesitation Seth replies as he looks at both detectives “Her ex best friend and our coworker Wade Barrett. She has gotten a few hang up calls and four gifts from him. She had a restraining order put against him for the behavior.” The detectives look at each other then at Seth “Do you still have the gifts still?” Detective Marcus asks after writing the information down. Seth walks to his bag and pulls four boxes out and hands them to the detectives. “He sent the first two three weeks ago and the other two a few days ago.” Seth says. The detectives looked over the packages and pulled out photos matching the items in the boxes to the goods from a jewelry store robbery. Marcus looks at this partner “There is still one missing. He must have it with him.”

“Is my girlfriend going to be alright? Barrett has a bit of a temper and likes to have all the control” Seth asked the cops, genuinely worried because of this sick obsession Barrett has with Y/n. Seth ain’t afraid to admit he has a heart and is terrified to lose the women he loves. “We will find her before anything happens to her.” Detective Marcus said, giving Seth his word.

Meanwhile Y/n had started to wake up after Barrett knocked her out and kidnapped her from hers and Seths home. She looks around groaning in pain. She looks at her arms and hands realizing she had been tied to a chair with tape over her mouth. She struggles against the restraints and tries to scream through the tape. Wade walked over, ripping the tape off her mouth and covering it. “Shhh or I put the tape back on.” He said to her, as he slowly moved his hand away from her mouth. It was clear and evident that Y/n feared for her life. She stayed quiet for a few hours before looking at Wade, noticing he had a gun in his hand and he was waving it a bit. Her mind raced as she thought to herself quickly “Wade please put the gun down, you’re scaring me. You know I don’t like guns.” She tried to reason with him a little. After ten minutes he walked over to a table and placed it down.  “Why did you take me? What do you want with me?” She asked calmly not to agitate him or show any fear in her voice. He looks at her and walks over kneeling down. “He doesn’t deserve you. Why don’t you see you don’t need him. I love you. I’m so much better than him.” He said looking at her brushing the hair out her face. Y/n sat thinking of how to buy some time till the cops found her and arrested him.

It was not twelve in the afternoon the next day and she has been missing for seventeen hours. She stayed hopeful that someone would find her. She was sore from sitting in the chair all night long and restrained. “Wade can you please untie me?” She asked him. “My back and legs hurt from sitting too long.” She tried to negotiate with him. “If  you try anything..” Wade didn’t finish what he was saying as she cut him off with a shake of her head “No I won’t. I promise, I won’t try anything.” She said to him as she glanced at him. He stood up and stalked over towards her and cut the ropes from her feet and hands.

When the cops had finally gotten a lead as to where Y/n was at and a night long search for anything on where she could possibly be, Detective Foster calls Seth. “You can ride with us. But you have to let us do our jobs.” She said, “I will. All I care about is her safety.” Seth said. Detective Marcus picked up Seth. He watches out the back window of the car as they make their way to go save Y/n. They had swat already on their way before even picking Seth up. After arriving at the property snipers were in place and cops were ready. “If you see a shot, take it. Make sure the woman isn't in the way.” The chief Detective said to the sniper. “Yes, sir” He replies back.

“Wade Barrett, let the women go and come out with your hands up. You are surrounded and have no way out.” Detective Marcus said over the mega phone. Wade glanced out the window using Y/n as a human shield. “Wade please they’ll shoot you if you don’t.” Y/n tries to reason with him as she looks out the window seeing all the cops. “Sir, I can’t get a shot, he's using her as a shield.” The sniper said. “Damn it.” He said.

After an hour of trying to talk Wade down he finally walks to the door, opening it letting Y/n out first and following out with his hands up in the air surrendering. Wade had been arrested for kidnapping and armed robbery of a jewelry store. “Thank you, Detectives.” Seth said. “You’re welcome” They replied, shaking his hand.

Seth ran over to Y/n who was being cleared by the emts to go home and put ice on her head and to take it easy. She thanks the emts before standing up and hugging Seth. He leans down hugging her “I love you, Y/n.” Seth said tears falling as he held her to his chest. “I love you too, Seth.” She said as tears of her own started falling down her face. “Are you okay Babe? Did he hurt you?” He asks her as he holds her. “Just a headache. Other than that I’m just shaken up. I was so scared Baby.” Y/n answered his questions as she looks up him. He smile gratefully his love was alive. “I'm glad you're alive Baby. Let's get you home” He said to her as he pecked her lips gently. "Yes please. As am I. I was scared," she said, kissing back.