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pitsazawr · 2 months ago
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procrastination >:[
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rootspiral · 1 day ago
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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 4 part 3
(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])
(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5])
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Lilia is bickering with Jen in episode 7. she turns around and SEES ALICE, WHO WAS KILLED IN EPISODE 5
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alice, don't try to save agatha! but she's whisked ever further back to episode 2 before she can finish the sentence. imagine having the power of communicating with the past but it's never enough to warn them. seeing the dead and talking to them, knowing what's going to come next. and you wonder why she chose exile and solitude.
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meanwhile agatha has collected her wits long enough to decide what her short term strategy with rio is gonna be: keep her distracted, isolate her from the others, keep her away from billy. see how she takes a moment to focus and get into character? she knows rio is about to follow her like a moth to a flame
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just going on a trip with my best gal pals and a random teen boy, nothing to see here!!!! and agatha knows that rio knows that she's lying. hello, rio is PERFECTLY aware that there's no Road out there capable of magicking her into a glam rock sex den. but maybe, just maybe, agatha can keep her focused on something else. honestly it would be such a waste to not put all that combined cleavage to good use!
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there she was, having a chat with sharon down in the dirt, and you guys went and dragged her up. like perfect morons. I love how she brought the flower along and it ends up working really well with the outfit
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oh, rio knows. she knows everything.
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and agatha SHOOTS UP and GETS TOO CLOSE and FLIRTS. oh my god this bitch. just like she did in episode 1, except now she's more collected and ever more deliberate. flirting is her best weapon of mass distraction against rio. because look, rio might know all her tricks but she's only (very marginally) human! who can blame her if she lets herself be seduced a little bit, just a little bit! for old times' sake! in rio's defense her wife is very hot and she misses her very much, your honor
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rio is like, bitch I got you allllll figure out but also lemme gently caress your thigh. to enhance your acting performance. what's a little supportive yes, and between exes
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she's sooo hamming it up. compare her face here with the genuine yearning at the end of the episode
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oh this is hilarious. the others hear rio's flirting over the PA and panic, but no, girls, enthusing about murder is legit how they talk dirty!! (lol at lilia being like, right in front of my salad???)
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"gasp!!!! that's my coVEN you're talking abOUT!!!! I'm not that kiND OF wiTCH anYMOWRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the ham! the ham! she might just bring the whole deli cart over at this point
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and rio with her lil delighted laugh again. she doesn't get mad for one second, she didn't expect anything else. oh agatha, you silly goose, you're so damaged and so cute
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let's recap what this fucker achieved with her latest performance, because it's always fascinating to study what's going on in agatha's ferociously scheming brain. she 1) distracted rio from billy. or at least tried to. 2) hinted at Rio's true nature to the others - who knows, maybe she can manipulate them into allying against her later on? 3) pretended to flirt but also flirted a lil bit forreal because there was a lot of skin showing and the flesh is weak etc etc 4) backpedaled alllllllll the way out when things got too intimate because she's too scared and resentful to get close to rio again. playing with fire as usual. or, as the kids say today, fucking around, about to find out
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alice's trial has the best aesthetic fr fr. the 70s font!
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I'm not 100% sure bcs it goes by so quickly but I think rio is dancing to the cursed music???
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not the turntable!! that shit's vintage!!!!!!!
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*brian de palma zoom*
*dramatic pause*
WE'VE BEEN CURSED (I love you patti lupone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
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INJECT THIS AESTHETIC DIRECTLY INTO MY VEINS. also alice is red, billy and agatha are blue with purple undertones. the colors in this trial seem very deliberate
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"she's a tourist." "she's a PSYCHO." look she never gets to just hang out and do fun things anymore, let her be!!
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rio and lilia having a little staring contest as she plays with the knife. doing their own cute archnemeses thing
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agatha shaking her head at billy and going shhh when he says 'maybe this curse isn't so bad.' like KID will you stop speaking HORRORS into existence?!?
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alice standing with her back straight for the first time since like, ever? or since her mom died? did everyone in the family have their own personal demon or did it switch after killing the previous person? or wait, wait, was the curse only like, a metaphor until billy accidentally turned it into a disgusting 1970s animatronic harpy??
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I'm convinced rio could see the demon from the beginning. look at her face here, she's the only one who sees both lilia burning and what's causing it
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poor lilia must be thinking, burning witches? soooo original and not traumatic at all (lol at patti being a pro at screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. PROFESSIONAL ACTING)
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no no no that's the reaping knife careful careful careful careful
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alice's spell: expelle hoc malum, expel this evil. (rio when agatha tries it on her later: WHO ARE YOU CALLING EVIL)
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lol. lmao, even. (just don't think about how jen has grown seLFISH TO SURVIVE AFTER HAVING TO LIVE POWERLESS AND DEFENSELESS FOR A CENTURY AND HOW SHE BECOMES MORE AND MORE GENEROUS AS SHE SPENDS TIME WITH ALICE AND LILIA)
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oh noes my character just had a beast's giant talons perched on her shoulders i should flash the twins real quick so you can see it better
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everyone else: EXTREME PANICKING
rio: stops reading her magazine to glance at the disgusting invisible harpy flapping around the room. goes back to the magazine.
and with this I'm off to my extreme friday night (tea and blankie and a book). ciao!
go to episode 4 part 4
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b3ach-bunn7 · 10 months ago
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WET CIGARETTES
Gojo Satoru, your prettiest customer, insists on ordering the most insane drinks possible. As a barista, it’s your duty to fullfill them.
alternate!universe, fluff, happy ending
(This is a long one guys 🙈)
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You love your job. The truth is, the people who romanticise working at a coffee shop were exactly right. Yes, the hours can be long, and the occasional Karen can turn what should be a five-minute interaction into a half an hour one. And sometimes you go home with burns from a hot coffee pot, or spills on your favourite trousers. But you love every part of your job.
Except for Gojo Satoru.
Your most troublesome customer. You know he goes to your university, because you’ve seen him wearing a hoodie with its logo on it. You assume you both have different majors, because you don’t cross paths at all.
But he comes to the shop every day without fail. And he orders the most complicated, diabetes-inducing drinks known to man. He strolls up to the counter, blinking those bright blue eyes at you, with his perfect smile and his hair that looks so soft to touch and starts rattling off his order.
Okay, it’s not the worst thing in the world. Gojo is easy on the eyes, and it’s quite funny to see how far he’ll take it. You’re not exactly sure if he even consumes the stuff he buys. Maybe he’s trying to impress you. Maybe he’s trying to annoy you. You think he succeeds more with the second option, but it’s fine. You like the little challenge everyday.
Today, you’re wiping down the counter when you see him appear behind it and begin drumming his fingers against it.
“Hi, sugar.”
You look up, unamused. He’s wearing a black compression shirt that hugs his muscles and grey sweatpants. He’s probably come back from the gym, judging by the sweat that sticks some strands of his white hair to his forehead. He looks good. Whatever.
“Gojo. What monstrosity will it be today?”
He hums under his breath. He rests his cheek on his palm. His skin is so clear. For all the coffee he drinks, at least.
“I would like… A single shot, 4 pumps sugar free peppermint, nonfat, extra hot, no foam, light whip stirred grande white mocha.”
Your mouth gapes. “Gojo. What? That’s not- what even is that?”
He laughs, loud and boyish. The shop is quite empty, so, you can take your time to mock his ridiculous request.
“I don’t know. Thought I’d try something different, you know?”
“You try something different everyday. I think this one wins the stupidest order yet.”
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart. You know you like it. I bring some joy to the darkness that is your shift.” He pouts and leans forward.
You rolls your eyes. You turn and grab a cup to begin concocting his drink.
“Don’t call me that. And it doesn’t bring me joy. It does test my memory, though,” you pause, “How many pumps of peppermint was it?”
“Four. And what’s wrong with sweetheart?”
“I’m not your sweetheart, Gojo.”
He groans. He watches as you flit around behind the counter, going to steam the milk for his drink.
“Come on, what else am I supposed to call you? I don’t know your name.”
You point to the name tag pinned to your shirt.
“Yes you do.”
“That’s not your name.”
You nod and insist that it is. His eyebrows raise and he nods towards it.
“Your name is Brian?”
“Cute, right? I don’t like strangers using my real name, so they let me print a fake one.” You smile.
“It’s a shame, really. Brian suits you.” You stick your tongue out and Gojo grins.
The drink doesn’t take long. You make one of the fancy milk designs on the top, and slide it over to him.
“Here you go.”
He thanks you. He peers at the design at the top, eyeing the drink.
“I like this. You should learn how to draw my face on there.”
“Ah, yes. You’re right, that does sound like a great way to pass my time.” You nod sarcastically.
He sips the drink carefully. His nose scrunches and he sticks his tongue out.
“Oh, that is not good. At all.”
You laugh. You reach over and grab the drink, taking a swig. Gojo protests, but you can tell his effforts to get it back are half-assed. You wince, the warm peppermint drink sliding down your throat.
“Yeah, gross. How did you even come up with this?”
He shrugs, “They just come to me.” He nods at the cup in your hand, “You know, we basically just kissed.”
You snort, “You can keep dreaming, Gojo.”
“Oh, you’re definitely in my dreams, baby. All the dirty ones.”
Oh, he’s feeling brave today. You turn to hide the flush that dusts your cheeks. You wipe down the steamer.
“Baby is gross.”
“Tell me your name then.”
You point at the name tag on your shirt. Gojo groans and runs a hand through his hair. You glance down at the ignored drink on the counter.
“Gojo, you haven’t even touched your drink.”
He shrugs. “Oh, well. It’s not like I can’t pay for it.”
You hum under your breath. Rich people.
The shop starts filling up, and your manager pops his head around the door to tell you to get a move on.
“Sorry, Gojo. You gotta get a move on.”
“Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You wave him off, sighing as he drops his drink in the trash.
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The next day, Gojo walks in with someone else. A girl, short brown hair and an unlit cigarette in her mouth. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him with anyone else. Maybe she’s a girlfriend. Gojo seems awfully close to her, a smile gracing his lips as she says something to him.
You’re staring. You turn away quickly. It’s none of your business what he’s up to and you don’t care, anyway. Gojo could be married for all you care.
He bounds up to the front. Gojo has a way of taking up every space he’s in, and as he leans across the counter, he’s all you can see.
“Hey, cutie.”
“Hello. What can I do for you today?”
“Aw. No complaints. You like cutie?”
“Feels like something a 12 year old would call his discord girlfriend, but. Sure, let’s go with that.”
He laughs, but he straightens up quickly.
“Look, I’ve got no time for our cute banter today. I’ll have a Venti, triple-shot caramel macchiato, with three pumps of vanilla, two pumps of hazelnut, one pump of caramel, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and extra whipped cream on top.”
“No time for banter, but time for all of that.”
“Oh, and a mocha.”
You smile. “Who’s that normal order for?”
He points at the girl he came in with, who’s gone outside to smoke her cigarette.
“Shoko. Luckily for you, she likes normal people drinks.”
You turn to start making their drinks. Today’s order is much tamer than usual. It actually sounds like it might taste nice, and it’s sugary enough to satiate his sweet tooth. You wonder if he’ll ask that girl to try it for him.
“So. You got any plans today?” You say.
“Mhm. My friend and I are going shopping. She asked me to keep her company, but I think she likes my credit card’s presence more than mine.”
“Makes sense. At least she gets something out of the card.”
“Ha ha ha. Come on, she gets mean when she’s impatient.”
You shake your head, waiting for the milk to steam. “It takes as long as it takes.”
“Okay, Carla.”
“Wrong.”
“Bridget?”
You tell him he’s wrong again and laugh at his whining. You finish his drink off with an alarming amount of whip cream, to his request, and place it and the mocha on the counter.
“Done in record time.” You wink.
He tries it, and perks up.
“I’m impressed. This one actually tastes nice.”
He slides it over to you, and you take a sip.
“Yeah, you’re right. It is nice.” You say, incredulously.
“Can I have a sip?”
You look to the left and Gojo’s ��friend’ has appeared. She smells a little like cigarettes but she’s so breathtakingly pretty that you don’t think anyone‘s really worried about that. She takes a drink before Gojo can protest, and she winces.
“God, it’s so sweet. You’ll die an early death if you keep going on like this.”
“Well, good thing it’s not for you.” He grabs it and passes her the mocha.
The girl looks over at you and smiles.
“Hey. I’m Shoko. It’s nice to meet you. Gojo doesn’t shut up about you.”
You tilt your head at the boy, who is looking away from the two of you, and coo.
“Aw, how sweet!” You awe, pressing a hand to your heart.
“He calls you Barista girl. Says you make the best drinks.”
You shrug. “I wouldn’t say best. I am the only one who will make his insane orders, though.”
“That’s true. He doesn’t even drink them half the time. Just throws them away the second he leaves. It’s like the only reason he comes here is so-“
“Okay! Okay, we’ve got to go.” Gojo claps his hands together, cutting off Shoko, and steering her away.
She grins, waving at you. She yells it was nice to meet you, and you say it back, much to Gojos dismay, and wonder what the real reason he comes here is.
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The next time Gojo comes in, he looks good. He’s wearing a black button up, the top few buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms. There’s a silver chain around his neck, and his hair is done up in a way that looks effortless and prepared at the exact same time. He’s also holding a bouquet of pretty flowers, pink and white and perfect looking.
God. You move away before he notices you blatantly staring at him. It’s almost closing, and you’ve got ten minutes before you’re free to go. You should be annoyed at his presence. You and Choso, the guy you were working with tonight, had just cleaned up, and you know Gojo’s order would probably need every appliance in the building. Any other customer would be shunned away, a quick point at the clock.
But Gojo’s not any other customer. Not that you’d ever tell him that.
“Hey, Gojo.”
He smiles. “Hey, gorgeous.”
Your cheeks heat up. God, if only he wasn’t so attractive. It would be so much easier to act like you don’t care when he calls you all those things.
“You look nice. You going somewhere after this?”
“Mhm. I’m going on a date.”
You pause to where you’re emptying out the coffee pots. A date? He was seeing someone else after spending god knows how long flirting with you?
You shouldn’t be surprised. He’s never asked you out, and Gojo is attractive enough to be someone who doesn’t care about girls' feelings. You know you should’ve seen this coming. It probably was just a little fun he had everyday, joking around with the oblivious, head-over-heels barista who allowed him to act like a dick with his stupid coffee orders.
Whatever.
“That’s nice. What can I get for you? You need to hurry up though, because we’re closing soon.” Your voice is flat, and your hand rests on your hip.
“Uh. Just a coffee.”
You frown. “No obnoxious order today?”
“Nah. I’ve got places to be. And I need to be awake tonight, if you get my drift.” He winks and you scoff.
You turn and fill the coffee pot, a little more aggressively than normal. You unfortunately do get his drift. Before you can say anything in response, Choso comes out from the back.
Choso is cute. He looks intimidating, always monotoned and looking sleep-deprived, but he was a sweetheart. He always ties his hair into little buns, draws cute designs on top of the lattes, and always makes sure you don’t close alone. Plus, he looks good in an apron. You think you’d like him if it weren’t for an annoying blue-eyed boy and his stupid orders.
“You okay if I clock out?”
You turn to him and smile. “Yeah, I’ll lock up. You working tomorrow?”
Choso takes his apron off and drapes it over his shoulder. You turn to face him, effectively ignoring Gojo.
“Nope.”
“What? Choso, come on, I can’t work if you’re not there, it’s so boring!”
He laughs, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. It make the muscles in his arms stand out, and wow. Does he work out? Probably.
“You’ll be fine without me.”
“I won’t.” You pout.
“Goodbye.” He walks away, nodding at Gojo, who looks just peachy waiting for his coffee.
“So who’s that?”
You turn back to face him. “Choso. He works here.”
“Yeah, I figured. You like him?”
“Yeah. He’s great. My favourite coworker.”
Gojo nods slowly. A weird sort of quiet settles over you two. A part of you wants to ask who’s he’s going on a date with, but you respect yourself too much for that.
“What time do you get off?” He speaks up.
You pause slightly. “Me?”
Gojo raises an eyebrow. “No, the other barista behind the counter. Yes, you.”
“Oh. I’m done in ten.”
“Okay, good. Our reservation is in half an hour, so we should make it.”
The coffee pot whirs to let you know it’s ready. Instead, you keep staring at Gojo, who’s looks all too serious for somebody speaking nonsense.
“What?”
“It’s a nice place, don’t worry. Thought I’d splurge, to impress you. These are for you, by the way.” He thrusts the flowers towards you.
“I- What? Gojo, what’s going on?” You laugh, a little hysterical, confused as to what the hell is happening.
He grins. He walks right over to the you, leaning over the counter, so you’re a couple inches away from each other.
“You really think I’d ask anybody else out? I’ve been asking for these stupid orders at for weeks now just to throw them out so I could talk to you, that wasn’t a hint?”
“Yeah, but I just. I don’t know, I thought you were just messing around!”
“Are you really that clueless?”
“Hey! You-“ You stop for a second.
You take the apron from around your neck and throw it behind you into the office. You cross your arms and you nearly laugh at the nervous look that crosses his face.
“Did you make a reservation and dress yourself up for a date you didn’t even ask me to?”
Gojo scratches the back of his head. “I-“
“And then come in here and just tell me when it’s happening, without even giving me time to prepare myself?”
“I- Barista girl, I can explain.” He clasps his hands together.
“And you still don’t even know my name.”
He sighs. “The mystery is part of the fun, babe.”
You smile slightly. You have no idea what went through his head, but it’s cute he tried so hard. Even if it was a little weird.
“What if I had plans tonight, huh?”
Gojo shrugs. “I was hoping you’d cancel them for me.”
“And if I didn’t?”
“Not too sure. Maybe throw the coffee I’m still waiting for in your face?”
You perk up suddenly, remembering the pot that was still bubbling behind you. You take a cup and fill it for him, fit it with a lid and give it to him.
“So. Are you going to ask me out properly?”
He nods. His face is determined and he grabs the flowers from your hands. He takes two steps back and he walks forward.
“Barista girl, will you do me the honours of going on a date with me tonight?”
You frown, sighing dramatically, “I don’t know. I’ve had such a long shift. I’m tired.”
Gojo grabs your hands, pulling you towards him. The counter gets in the way, but you don’t think he cares. The two of you are still close enough that if you moved a couple inches forwards you’d be kissing. He smells like something expensive, and it overwhelms your senses. His lips quirk up in a little smirk, and you think your skin is buzzing where he’s touching you.
“I’m sure I can help wake you up, baby. You just gotta say yes.”
“I- I kinda look like shit, though.” You whisper.
“Don’t say that, you look beautiful.”
You know you don’t. Your hair is being held up poorly by a claw clip, random strands falling out of it. Your mascara is slightly smudged under your eyes, and there’s a lovely new coffee stain on the shirt you're wearing, courtesy of Choso knocking into you before you got a chance to put your apron on.
But he’s looking right at you like you’re the most incredible thing that he’s ever laid his eyes on that you feel like you might actually believe him.
“Okay. Okay, fine. If you let me go home and freshen up. Put a dress on, or something.”
“Oh, I can get behind that.”
You snort a laugh, stepping back. The nervousness from before is gone, and he’s grinning at you excitedly. He waits the few minutes it takes you to lock up, and holds his arm out for you to take while he walks you to his car.
It’s seven in the evening and the sun is just starting to set. The sky is beginning to turn, seeping from blue to orange to pink, and the light is catching off Gojos face. He’s speaking animatedly as he talks about the restaurant he’s taking you too, oblivious to your staring. He’s planned every last detail, somehow remembering when you said that you loved Asian food about a month ago.
You don’t really know much about Gojo. You do know enough to say that he is so sweet it makes your teeth rot.
You say your name, then, softly enough that he nearly misses it. He stops mid sentence and turns to you.
“Is that your name?”
You nod.
“You have a very pretty name.”
You smile. “Thank you.”
He nods slowly. “You can call me Satoru, by the way.”
“Okay, Satoru.” The name feels nice on your tongue.
He groans when you say it, hand reaching up to cup your face.
“God, it sounds so beautiful when you say it. It’d sound even better if you were screaming it, though.”
You roll your eyes, face a fiery red, and let a laughing Satoru lead you into his car.
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AUTHORS NOTE
Gojo satoru the man that u r.. also that cosplayer is EXACTLY how I envision him in my brain.. so obsessed..
again, any requests r welcome! (I’m literally lost for ideas)
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paisholotus · 29 days ago
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Now Playing: 505~ Artic Monkeys
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Narrative
Miami, Florida
A/N: This mf is long 😭 but I hope y'all enjoy
Later that night they drove to Ashia's parents house, so Aaron could meet her friends and family. "So, this my parents house." They walked up the porch steps with Aaron trailing behind slowly. "Mama's waiting on us." She turned around to look at Aaron. "You nervous?" She asked him.
Brian smiled at Aaron reassuringly. "No need to be nervous man. They're all cool people. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine. Plus, free food is the best way to win anyone's heart." He joked, making Shia playfully hit his arm.
"Okay let's go in." She said, walking into the house. Brian smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Aaron's shoulder. "Right behind you." They followed her into the house.
Shia showed Aaron her two older sisters and brothers, her mom, Dad, Tej and Suki. But, she mostly wanted Aaron to meet her younger sister. "Aaron is Najia. You know the one who likes music too." She introduced them standing back with Brian, smiling at how cute they were.
Aaron smiled at everyone as he was introduced. "Hey, nice to meet you all." He turned to face Najia. "Najia, huh? Shia told me a lot about you. We'll have to trade music recommendations some time." He said, smiling politely.
"Of course. We definitely can" Najia said, smiling sweetly. She looked just like a younger Ashia. Beautiful brown eyes. Dark brown skin, curvy, and the prettiest white smile.
"You look exactly like Brian." She giggled. Aaron chuckled, nervously, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Thanks. It's the rugged charm, I guess." He gave her a crooked smile. He didn't like how much of a nerd he was acting right now.
"But, you definitely got your mom's good looks." She laughed, "well, all the girls in my family look like our mom. Except for the boys. My brother's look nothing like my mom. Just my dad." She giggled.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Oh yeah? I can definitely see the resemblance between you all. You got those g-gorgeous eyes." He stuttered and internally scolded himself. Kept telling himself to get it together.
He clears his throat, "So how old are you?" Najia chuckled at how cute he was being. He seemed like the awkward type. The complete opposite of Brian. "17 you?" She asked.
"19. Going to graduate high-school soon." He was stuttering alot and looked like he didn't know what to say. Najia just laughed and grabbed his hand, "you're cute." She said, smiling. He blushed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Thanks, I guess." He tried to play it cool, but his cheeks gave him away. How the hell did she manage to make him feel so flustered and nervous? He couldn't figure it out.
"You hungry? My mom is the best cook. Taught me everything she knows." She said, walking him towards the kitchen. He nodded eagerly, feeling a pang of hunger at the mention of food. "Definitely. I could eat a whole buffet right about now."
"So, what's California like?" She asked, fixing his a plate of pretty much everything. He smiled, appreciating her kindness. "California's is okay. Barstow is a very small town. Not much to see. But, I guess it's home to me." He watched her put all this delicious looking food on his plate, his mouth salivating.
"But, Miami is nice. Ashia's and Brian's apartment is huge." He chuckled, smiling lowly at her. She nodded agreeing, "Yeah, their place is big." She continued to put things on his plate and his stomach grumbled more at how hungry he was.
"How did seeing Brian again go?" She asked, giving him soft eyes and a smile. He smiled, feeling a pang of mixed emotions. Seeing Brian again. He was angry about him leaving. But, being explained by him and Shia, he was less mad.
"It was...interesting, to say the least. He's still a cocky, arrogant jackass. But, I guess there's something endearing about that now. He hasn't changed much, but I can tell Ashia has made him a better man. He communicates better. But...there's also still this weird tension between us." He finished.
She nodded and smiled lowly listening to him. "You don't forgive him completely do you?" She asked, lowly. He shook his head, a bitter expression crossing his face. "No, not yet. Forgive and forget has never been my strong suit." He muttered. He clenched his fists tightly in his pockets , a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes.
"Awe, hun, I don't think Ashia excepts you to forgive Brian easily. Your anger is valid. She's just asking for you to try." She said, setting his plate down walking to the fridge. "I can tell Brian really loves you." She said, grabbing drinks. "Lemonade, tea, or beer?" She asked.
He groaned and crossed his arms giving her a low smile, "guess I can try to forgive him. One step at a time. Lemme get a beer. I have a feeling I'll need it."
They talked for a good while, trying to get to know each other. "Who wouldn't ask you out, though? I would be pretty damn lucky if I was your boyfriend." He said, looking into her eyes.
She laughed awkwardly and shifted in her seat, "no, people really don't talk to me. I'm kind of a loner. What about you? You ever have a girlfriend?" She asked.
"I've had one. But it only lasted a week. She cheated on me." He winked, trying to play it cool, but his voice trembled awkwardly. "But honestly. I just haven't found the right girl yet. You know what I mean?" He said, looking down at the table slightly embarrassed.
She frowned and grabbed his hand, "Wow, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. You seem really great. That's her loss" she said, giving him a small smile. He chuckled softly. "Thanks, but It is what it is right?"
They stared into each other's eyes both of them feeling something but she looked away feeling a tad bit nervous.
"And you... you're a catch too. Don't sell yourself short. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Hell, I'd be lucky to have you." He realized what he said and paused. He blushed, "Not that I mean... I...uh..." He stuttered trying to save himself.
She giggled and placed her hand on his leg, "It's okay..calm down." He laughed nervously, "Sorry, I can be a real doofus sometimes. I guess that's how Brian and I are different. He's good at this." He mumbled.
She laughed and shook her, "You should see how much of a dork he acts around Shia. It's cute. They're so lovey dovey with each other." She said, surprising him. Because Brian didn't do well with showing emotions. But, it was like easier for him when it came to Ashia.
They talked for the longest time. Eating and telling jokes, they could feel themselves slowly starting to like each other. They had the same interests and liked talking about different things.
Aaron told Najia that he wasn't that experienced when it came to girls, because she had asked him why his girlfriend had cheated on him. And, it was for that reason. Because he didn't feel comfortable going all the way with her.
He started to feel embarrassed after he said that and she grabbed his hand rubbing her thumb over his knuckles, and told him not to feel bad. That he deserved better than that. But, even after she said that she could tell he was still feeling a little awkward about telling her that. So, to cheer him up she said to come up to her room to show him her guitars.
Once they entered her room, his eyes scanned the surroundings. He took in the various decorations, the color scheme, and the overall vibe of the room. He noted the electric guitars that she had mentioned earlier, as well as a few other instruments.
He felt a strange sense of comfort in her space. Her room looked like his room almost. But, he wasn't surprised considering they had the same interests. "Woah..." he murmured.
She turned to him, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah?" she paused, feeling a bit shy. "Yeah, I do. It's...it's really nice in here." He glanced around the room, taking in all the little things that made it uniquely hers. "It feels...homey, you know? Warm." He said.
She looked at him with thoughtful expression on her face. "Thanks. But, anyways. I just got two new electric ones." He nodded and looked at them turning back to look at her with a small smirk on his face.
"How about we play a little? You know...show me what you got." She returned his smirk and nodded, "you're on."
They played songs for hours not even realizing how long they've been upstairs for. They were just enjoying each other's company. And to Aaron's Surprise Najia was very good. At literally every instrument she had in her room. And, Najia gave Aaron his props too. She thought the way his voice got deeper when he sings was.....sexy. And, she didn't think she could experience something like this with someone let alone a boy. But, here is one in her room. A fine one at that.
They stopped playing and started back talking. They noticed that they was feeling each other bad. Real bad. They were staring into each other's eyes feeling the tension, Najia was feeling butterflies in her stomach as well as Aaron.
She looked into his deep green eyes as he looked into her dark brown ones. Her heart beating fast and his palms starting to sweat. They're arms touching. They're faces almost close to each other. They looked down to their lips, then back to their eyes.
Aaron's Pov
I felt her breath against my face, our closeness almost overwhelming. I couldn’t help but stare into her brown eyes. The way the light hit them. They were mesmerizing. But I couldn’t ignore her lips. How close our faces were. I slowly leaned in, my heart racing in my chest.
I felt the warmth of her lips against mine, a spark of electricity flowing through me. I deepened the kiss, holding onto her tightly. My hands trailing gently to the small of her back.
The world seemed to disappear around us as we kissed, lost in our own little bubble. Nothing mattered in that moment except the sensation of our lips locking together. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, a feeling of euphoria washing over me. leaned in closer feeling her breath on my face, our lips brushing against each other as we slowly kissed. And, oh my God it felt electrifying.
The feeling of her lips against mine sent shivers down my spine. I pulled her close to me, my arms wrapping around her waist. Our kiss deepened, tongues dancing together as we explored each other's mouths. For the first time in my life I wanted a girl to be mine. I wanted her to be mine.
I wrapped my arms slowly around her neck and and moaned slightly into the kiss. She slowly gasped and pulled away. "I-i'm sorry." She said, out of breath. Looking slightly embarrassed.
I breathed heavily, feeling a mix of disappointment and confusion. "S-sorry?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers. "What are you sorry about? That was...amazing." I asked.
She frowned and sat up looking away from me. I grabbed her chin and turned her gaze back to me, "I wouldn't pressure you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. But, I don’t want to stop what we have going. I-i would like to take you on a date." I whispered, cursing myself for stuttering at the end.
She looked at me with hopeful eyes and smiled. "Really?" She asked. I nodded giving her a smile back. "Yeah, i really like you. And, I want what this is to continue." She squeezed my hand and nodded.
"Okay."
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that-one-creepy-hoe · 2 years ago
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Here’s so Brian head canons because I have absolute brain rot right now. 
Warnings: NSFW, facial, somnophilia, fem!reader
Brian SFW Headcanons
There’s a lot I have to say about this man. 
For starters he’s like a perfect cutie. Like everyone thinks he’s at least a little cute. 
But I headcanon him as decently tall. Not like Ej or Lj tall but more like how he was in Marble Hornets. So probably like 6’0 to 6’2 depends on how bad he slouches.
He’s also like decently buff, not like raging muscles but enough that you can kinda see it and feel it on him
He most definitely gets a little southern accent when he’s angry
From first glance you would think with the way he jokes with Tim that he’s like an asshole type, but he is probably one of the most respectful proxies around. 
That’s not to say he isn’t mean, he just doesn't see the point in being needlessly mean when the situation doesn’t call for it.
I also think that he has just some autistic tendencies which is why he rarely talks to people. But most people around think he’s nice.
He is like the opposite to hoodie tbh
Also he’s very much aware of hoodie and tries to actively undo most bad impressions he gives people just because Brian finds it so exhausting to try and remember who Hoodie fucked with last.
If you were to end up being friends with him he’d probably do just about everything with you.
Not like how Toby would, more like the bff you automatically pick over everyone else.
He definitely would do just about anything with you no matter the time. Want him to dye your hair? He already bought dye. Want a new hair cut? He’s getting the clippers out.
Generally he’s just a odd guy who hangs out with too many smokers
NSFW
He definitely whimpers when he cums
He isn’t like Toby or Ben, but very much so occasionally whimpers when he is extremely worked up
he’s more of like a Service Dom, very much a giver rather an a receiver
He isn’t too big of a fan of quickies but isn’t completely against them
please tell this man how good his dick feels/how big he is because I’m telling you he will melt in seconds
speaking of dick—
this man isn’t massive but he definitely ain’t small
I would say he’s a nice 7.5 and decently girthy
Oh and did I mention he absolutely loves giving head?
Like this guy is a literal god at giving head
makes it his mission to please you in the best way possible
Hes a bit more experienced with girls but he does swing any way
He can be mean and dom hard if you really want it or if he’s irritated but immediately feels bad after the fact
He just lives to please you tbh
But that doesn’t mean he hates head, he just gets more out of pleasing you
But he sure does love the teary eyed whiny look on your face when you try to stuff all of him into your mouth
Oh and this man loves to watch your face, any position where he can watch you blissfully moan out in pleasure while he fucks you is the best for him
If he had to pick tho he would probably have to go with the classic missionary or cowgirl
Brian typically likes vanilla sex but does indulge into some more fun stuff
Like one of his guilty pleasures that he could never admit out loud is somnophilia
Like just something about either lazily fingering you while you sleep and feeling you get wetter just makes him rock hard in seconds
He also loves to get off with your underwear, you don’t even have to have worn it he just wants it
Like when you two first started dating and he happened to do your laundry once, he couldnt even look at your panties. The shame of his thoughts were too much for him
Oh and this man loves to breed you, and cum on your face
Just the feeling of him deep inside of you, unloading himself as deep as he can get while you whimper and clench on him has him rock hard in seconds
Or the sight of him just covering your face in it as you look up at him with your mouth open has him palming himself
ok That’s all this is too long now—
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kiddbegins · 1 year ago
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Pretty Please? - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek
requested: yes <3
word count: 400~
warnings: uh idk it's cute? but also probably sucks?
a/n: this is simply for bff aka @winchesterszvonecek so yeah sorry it's short tho
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When they smile mischievously and their dimples appear and you just cannot say 'no' because they are too adorable [otis]
When you started dating Otis you accepted the fact that you wouldn’t see him for 24 hours straight. Or more if he decided to pull in a double. It was put on the table right away and yeah, he worried about it at first. 
That you’d get annoyed when he was gone all that time but honestly you didn’t mind. Knowing that he was out there helping and saving people made it all that much easier. And it's not like you were just, sitting at home the whole time. You also had a job.
But when he was off work, it was all cuddles and dinners at his place or yours. You were alright at cooking and he was, decent, to say the least but you made it work. 
If the food had to be ordered in then so be it, you guys weren’t picky about it. Your personal favorite was that Indian place two blocks down that had the best chicken curry you'd ever had.
But sometimes he really wanted to go out. Have the whole big dinner at a fancy restaurant with candles and dim lighting and such. Make a big deal about it. A proper date night.
And it wasn't that you didn’t want to, because of course you did, but you were a homebody. If you had to say somewhere was a safe haven for you, it would 1000% be either Otis’ or yours. Restaurants felt like hell. 
“Come on,” Otis pouted, arms around your waist as you got ready for work. “Pretty please? We don’t have to go to a fancy restaurant, it can be a smaller one, I just want to go out and show you off.” 
Your eyes caught his in the mirror, a smile growing on his face as he pulled you closer to him. “You can wear that beautiful red dress you have that I am, much a fan of. And I’ll wear that one button up that you really like.” He muttered, kissing your neck lightly. 
“God I can’t say no to you when you smile like that.” You grumbled, turning to face him, the grin still painted on his face. “Alright, we can go. But you have to promise that you’ll wear that teddy bear shirt that I like.” You poked at the dimple that creased into his cheek as you spoke, a vague smile fighting to show on your own face.
He nodded enthusiastically, your arms moving to go over his shoulders. “I swear on my life I will wear that shirt,” Otis spoke quickly, the excitement clear on his face. 
You laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him, one of your hands going to the side of his face and brushing your thumb over his mustache. “Then we have a deal.” A small peck to the nose and you pulled away, “but I still have work, so I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yes, yes you will.” 
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see, usually i wouldn't post two little things in one day but i fear i'm hyping this up to her too much to not post it right away? so uh yeah, i will most likely be hiding away after this bc none of my other requests are looking inch resting at the momentttt sorry and ily
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kiruamon · 2 months ago
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Kite flying
(For more context look for the little text at the end of the pictures.)
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*Oz texting in the group chat* Oz: "So today I went kite flying with my boyfriend." Vicky: "Awww! That's so cute! Hope you two had a great time!" Oz: "Everything was okay. But suddenly his kite launched towards the ground." Oz: "And then... it exploded." Vicky: "Wait what?😱" Amira: "Why am I not surprised to hear that?" Brian: "lol" Oz: "He turns around and facing me with the most biggest, smuggest grin on his face that I have ever seen." Oz: " ... " Oz: "I love him so much." Vicky: "I'm so happy for you, Ozzie!💛+❤️" Brian: "👍" Amira: "LaVey is such an idiot sometimes... But I guess at least he is your idiot. Make sure to keep us up-to-date, you little lovebird.😉"
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bisexualdawnsummers · 3 months ago
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humbly submitting a prompt for that post, brikey (obviously) & three words: “let’s fucking leave”
also acknowledging that I saw your tag so i totally don’t expect u to have to do it, just wanted to participate :D
Thank you so much for the prompt! I went with teen!brikey. I hope you like it :)
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Michael groaned, face scrunching up as a persistent tap tap tap dragged him out of sleep. He squinted his eyes open. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of his Captain Astro nightlight–the one Brian had been teasing him about for the past three years.
“Aw, little Mikey still needs a nightlight.” Michael would get pissed and sulky, but then Brian would slide his long arms around Michael, wrapping him up completely, and press his lips against Michael’s cheek, whispering in his ear how cute he was when he was mad. Michael was always helpless to fight against the affection, turning to putty in Brian’s arms. 
“Brian.” It wasn’t unusual for that name to be the first thing on Michael’s lips when he woke up; his friend was often the subject of his dreams. Was he dreaming now or was that really Brian’s silhouette crouched down outside his window? The tip of a cigarette glowed bright orange-red in the blue-black night. He shot up in bed, eyes wide. This wasn’t a dream. “Brian?” He kicked the sheets tangled around his feet away. He stumbled sleepily across the room and slid the window open. 
“Hey, Mikey.” Brian crushed his cigarette out on the windowsill. “Haven’t seen these in a while,” he huffed, lips curling up as he snapped the waistband of Michael's boxers, which were, unfortunately, also Captain Astro themed.
Michael pressed his lips together and batted Brian’s hand away before bringing his arms up to try and cover his bare torso. It was late August, and the air was dense and muggy. They’d had to cut down on using the AC to save money; the slow creaking whir of the ceiling fan was all Michael had to keep him cool. He was just thankful he had decided against sleeping naked and at least had the Captain on his side covering his ass. Michael sighed. ���Did you just come here in the middle of the night to give me shit or–Oh!” Michael froze as Brian tilted his head to the side and the moonlight caught his face, showing the bruise blooming on his cheek and the split in his bottom lip. “Christ Brian! What–” Michael didn’t need to finish the question. “That motherfucker.” His jaw clenched, fingers curling to fists at his sides. 
Brian snorted. “Hardly. Maybe if he fucked ol’ Joanie more often she wouldn’t be so uptight. Though, I doubt he can fit it in with that stick taking up so much room. Guess I can’t really blame the son of a bitch for his extra-marital activities.” He sighed and waved his hand at the open window. “So, are you going to let me the fuck in or not?” 
“Oh, sorry.” Michael blinked, taking a step back to let Brian clamber over the sill. Brian straightened up and ran a hand through his hair. His face was shuttered, emotionless, but his eyes were red-rimmed. Michael's chest ached looking at him. He reached up his hand, thumb brushing lightly beneath his lip. Brian didn’t wince at the contact but Michael did. Michael’s anger flared back. He shook his head hard. “That bastard can’t keep getting away with this shit. There’s got to be something we can do.” 
“There is.” Brian’s voice was low and steely with determination. “Let’s fucking leave.” 
Michael’s mouth dropped open. “Leave? But…we can’t.” Could they?
“Why not? What the fuck is keeping us in the Pitts? This place is dead. It’s beneath us. Come on.” He gripped Michael’s hips, pressed in close. “Let’s take the Brian and Mikey show on the road. Just you and me. We don’t need anything else. Anyone else.” 
Michael’s heart was jackhammering in his chest. He wanted to say yes. To take Brian by the hand and leap out the window; a couple of lost boys escaping off to Never-Neverland. But then he thought about all the bills piling up in the drawers in the kitchen, those angry red Final Notices. About his Ma hunched over, killing herself working day and night at the diner. He thought about Uncle Vic’s shadowed eyes, the pain lurking under his smile like he felt guilty sometimes for still being alive. The meager paycheck Michael got for bagging groceries part-time wasn’t much, but it made a difference. 
The fire in Brian’s eyes dimmed. The slant of his mouth was bittersweet; it was like he had seen every thought in Michael’s head. That was just the way it was between them. Always had been.
Michael’s eyes stung. He tried to breathe and almost choked on a sob. “I can’t. I’m sorry. I–” 
“Shh, Mikey.” Brian brushed a tear away from Michael’s cheek and folded him up in his arms, pressed his lips to his forehead. “It’s okay. I know.” 
Michael clutched desperately at the front of Brian’s shirt. If he just held on tight enough maybe he could keep him from disappearing. He pulled Brian in and kissed him hard. Brian opened his mouth and kissed back. They kissed all the time but not always like this. This was one of those deep, soul-crushing kisses that Brian seemed to dole out on special occasions. 
A whimper sounded from the back of Michael’s throat at the velvet sweep of Brian’s tongue against his own. Michael didn’t have any defenses when Brian kissed him like this. He couldn’t control his body’s reaction to Brian pressing so close to him, the way he moved his mouth. He broke away with a gasp. He didn’t want to pull away from Brian but needed to put a few inches of space between their hips. 
Brian’s soft chuckle and the twinkle in his eyes told Michael that it was too late. Michael tried to press down any embarrassment; his raging hormones weren’t important right now. He took a breath. “We just have to get through senior year. Then you’ll be able to go to any college you want, anywhere you want. You have all those scholarships already. Just…stay here. Ma won’t mind.” 
Brian snorted. “That’s all Deb needs: another mouth to feed.” He shook his head. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Michael’s. “Don’t worry, Mikey. I’ll figure it out. You’re right: It’s just one more year. I can handle it.” 
They stood there for a moment, breathing each other in. “At least stay here tonight,” Michael whispered. He felt Brian’s nod. 
“Yeah.” 
Michael took his hand and tugged him towards the bed. He knelt at Brian’s feet, undoing his laces and slipping his sneakers off. Brian popped open the fly of his jeans, and Michael helped him take those off as well. Brian lifted his arms, and Michael smiled as he slid the shirt up over Brian’s head, tossed it on the floor. The smile fell when Michael noticed the ugly purple mark on Brian’s side. His hand hovered over the bruise, close enough to feel the heat of Brian’s skin but not touching. “Does it hurt?” Brian shrugged, sniffing, eyes averted. Michael swallowed hard, not wanting to start blubbering again. “Lie down.” He gently pressed Brian’s shoulder down until he sat on the bed, then stretched out, rolling on his side with his back to Michael. 
Michael climbed in behind him. He kissed the back of Brian’s shoulder, carefully curling his arm around Brian’s waist as he fit his body perfectly against Brian’s. He closed his eyes and saw the wounds marring Brian’s beauty, the pain in his eyes. His gut twisted at the idea of Brian having to be in the same room with that asshole who had the nerve to call himself a father ever again. 
“Brian,” he whispered. “If you decide you can’t stay.” He winced, not able to keep his voice from cracking. “I mean, if you really need to go, I understand. I’ll miss you, but I’ll understand.”
“Shut the fuck up, Michael.” Brian clutched Michael’s hand and pulled it up to press against his chest. Michael read between the lines and understood what he was really saying–he was fluent in Brian Kinney after all: I’m not going anywhere. Not without you. 
Michael hiccupped a sob, rubbing his face into the pillow under Brian’s head. “Sorry.” 
Brian sighed, body shifting over to face Michael. He reached up to again wipe the tears from Michael’s cheek, seemingly oblivious to the ones leaking from his own eyes. “Christ, you’re pathetic,” he murmured, smiling softly: I love you, Mikey.
Michael let out a wet chuckle. “Yeah, I know.” I love you too. Always have, always will.
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korn-dogz · 2 years ago
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Just some head x reader fluff like her panicking about him not loving her and head comforting the reader yk
This sounds so cute of course
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Summary: you’re afraid that Brian doesn’t like you but he reassures you
WARNINGS: just fluff with bri cuz he needs some love, also this takes place around his buzz cut era
You and Brian met in the begging of Highschool, from the moment you two became friends you fell for him, hard. He would always tell you about his new friends and his band L.A.P.D which at the time stood for “love and peace dude” but was later changed to “laughing as people die” you meet his friends, fieldy, munky, and David. You admired his long brown hair and was a bit sad that when Highschool ended he shaved it off
One day Brian told you about the band he formed “Y/N! Guess what!! I made a Band” head excitedly jumped around, you smiled at him, you loved seeing him happy “that’s great!! What’s it called?” You wanted to know more about this band that he formed, he was always a goofball even when you too graduated Highschool together “korn! With a k, I’m gonna bring you to meet them! You already know 3 of them” your mind started wondering about who the 3 people could be, munky? Maybe you didn’t know
A couple days had passed after that conversation and head invited you to the recording studio, he had called you over the phone to tell you
"So Y/N, do you wanna come over to our studio? Me and the guys are gonna start to record our first album” heads voice was happy to tell you all about his band
“Really? You sure? I don’t want to be a bother to everyone” you twisted your hair with your fingers, you really didn’t want to bother them
“Of course not! The guys will love you, I’ll pick you up in an hour” you caved in and agreed to go to his studio
You laid in bed thinking about what you were gonna do once you got there, you didn’t think he likes you back, he’s never shown interest in you, and he recently broke up with his girlfriend so you for sure thought he didn’t think of you that way. About an hour later you heard a knock at your door, you ran downstairs to answer the door, there was Brian smiling and waiting for you “hey bri! let me just get my bag” he nodded as you reached over for your bag. You took your bag and headed out with Brian, he opened the door the that passenger seat for you and you hopped in while he got into the other side.
After about 20 minutes you and him finally arrived at the studio, you clenched your bag with doubt, Brian noticed how nervous you were “hey, it’s fine” Brian put his hand on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze "I promise" he looked deep into your eyes, the kinda look at you couldn’t look away but you wanted to badly to look away from his gaze. The two of you walked in and you saw 4 guys holding instruments “hey guys!” Brian waved at them, they all looked over, you did recognize them! Well at least 3 of them, munky, fieldy, and David, you had no idea who the other guy was “hey head! Is this your girlfriend?” The guy you didn’t know called you Brian’s girlfriend!!! You’re face girl hot and very visible blush ran across your face “no Jon, this is my friend Y/N, I invited her here to hear us record our album” the guy nodded his head “this is my friend and our lead singer for our band Jonathan” he had a little smile on his face, which was kinda cute “hi Jonathan” you shyly said to the guy you didn’t know
“Hey it’s nice to meet you” Jonathan had a nice voice, you couldn’t wait to hear his music “oh yeah! I wanna show Y/N our demo song blind" the other guys agreed and he started playing it on the computer they used. The song started playing with the cymbals on then drums and later the guitar came on to make an eerie sound, it’s not at all what you expected when Jonathan voice rang out with ‘are you ready?’. The song ending and Brian looked at you excitedly “so what do you think?” You looked over at Brian “it’s not at all what I expected but it’s something I’ve never heard before…… I really like it” Brian had his signature big dumb smile on his face and was happy that you liked it
After they finished practising they decided to start drinking, you’ve never seen a group of people drink so much quite like the band Korn, they were all drunk and being loud and annoying. You didn’t really like being around drunk people so you told Brian you were gonna leave to go outside and you’ll be right back. You went outside and turned to the side of the building and just sat down on the floor
You just sat there with nothing but your thoughts when all of a sudden you heard footsteps coming towards you, you jumped and got scared but you calmed down when you saw it was Brian “hey Y/N, sorry about those guys, I know you don’t like being around drunk people” Brian walked over and sat down next to you “you know a lot about me bri” you giggle and put your head on his shoulder “thanks Brian for always thinking about me” Brian chuckled “why wouldn’t I?” You smiled and you’d heart started fluttering “Brian, can I tell you something?” You decide that this was the perfect time to tell him how you felt “yeah go ahead” you took a deep breath before you talked again “Brian I…. I have really liked you for a long time now, and I mean love. You make me so happy and I always look forward to seeing you everyday, I miss you when you’re not around and you always make me feel like the prettiest girl in the world” you finished your confession and looked at Brian waiting for him to say something
When you looked at him you saw shock on his face and his mouth slightly open, you started panicking afraid that he won’t feel the same abs that now she ruined her relationship with him “shit, I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do this- fuck sorry I’ll leave” you ruined your relationship with him, like you always do “wait!” Brian grabbed your hand before you could turn around to walk away, you sat back down and looked at him with tears starting to from in your eyes “I love you too, I really do, you always were there for me when I needed it and you’re such a good friend to me, I don’t know what I did to deserve you” you couldn’t hold back your tears as you looked down, you felt Brian’s hands tilt your head up “don’t cry Y/N I love you” he wipes away your tears with his thumb and holds your face, he pulls you in for a tight hug as you bury your face in his chest and hug him “I love you so much Y/N, you’ll never know how much” he hugs you even tighter as your tears are coming to a stop on his chest
You pull away and noticed that the spot you’ve been hugging him is wet from your tears “I’m sorry…” he looked at you confused “for what?” You pointed at the wet stop on his shirt and he looked down “please don’t worry about that, it’s nothing” he holds your face once more wiping away your tears, slowly he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, you smile against his lips as your tears come to an end “I love you so much bri" you hug him once more as he holds you tight
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cryptomiracle · 2 years ago
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DUDE OMG OK OK so with if Masky little sister got a boyfriend or girlfriend? What do you think his reaction would be?
OMG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEAA
Masky with a little sister (s/o edition)
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LOOK AT HIM!! HES SO SILLY!! ^^
he'd be so mad, I mean he'd be
infuriated.
But he wouldn't let it show, at least not to you.. (most of the time)
If you got a s/o, and you told him you were bringing them over to meet him, he'd act all excited on the phone, but the minute you hung up, he'd lose his shit.
If Brian or Jay was around, he'd definitely rant to them about it.
He'd write down some questions on a piece of paper, and ask your s/o the questions at the door step.
He wouldn't even let them in the house until they answered ALL the questions 😭
Like a security guard or something.
I can see him going on dates WITH y'all.
Like he'd invite himself.
A short scenario:
You and your s/o decided to go on a date to a local cafe, nothing too fancy, just a cute little coffee date.
But, you make the mistake of telling your brother about it.
Masky: "so, a date huh?"
Reader: "yeah! We're going to (cafe name)"
you said as you grabbed your purse.
Masky: "hm, have fun I guess."
Masky: "oh, and don't forget, never be afraid to use that pocket knife I gave you."
He placed his hands on your shoulders, with a serious look on his face.
Reader: "I won't, I promise."
You smiled and waved at your brother before walking out of the door, grabbing your bicycle, and making your way to the cafe.
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You finally made it to the cafe and hid your bicycle behind the building.
You walked past the window, and saw your s/o sitting in a booth, looking at the menu.
When you opened the door, the bells at the top of it made a little jingle, alerting your s/o that you were there.
You smiled as they motioned for you to come and sit down.
S/o: "y/n!"
You walked over, and sat down right across from them.
They gently grabbed your hand, holding it in their own.
S/o: "so, how was your day?"
Reader: "it's been pretty good, I went to the store and got-"
S/o: "wait.. is that your brother?"
right as you turned your head, the door jingled again.
And in came your brother.
Reader: "..."
The moment he spotted you two, you knew why he was there.
He eagerly walked towards you two.
Masky: "oh hey, I didn't know you guys would be here!"
He said as he slid into the booth next to you, forcing you to move over next to the window.
Reader: "it's the only cafe in tow-"
Masky: "anywho, so how are you doing (s/o name)?"
S/o: "I'm good.. how about you?"
Masky: "I'm doing great!"
Your brother seemed oddly enthusiastic, considering how overprotective he can be.
S/o: "that's good-"
Masky: "so, (s/o name) tell me, do you have a history of alcohol abuse?"
Your s/o, clearly uncomfortable, averted their eyes from him, to you.
Masky: "don't look at her, look at me."
He slammed his hands on the table, making it wobble a little, and your s/o flinch.
The other customers turned their heads to see what was going on.
Reader: "tim!"
Masky: "what? I can't ask questions?"
You sighed.
Reader: "we're going home."
You pushed him out of the booth, and dragged him towards the door.
Masky: "see ya later, (s/o name)!" He yelled as you pulled him through the door.
Your s/o lifted their hand up, and gave a little wave with a confused look on their face.
End of scenario:
BUT, if you didn't tell him about your s/o, and he had to find out on his own..
Whew.
Another scenario whoo!:
It was 3:35, your brother was running late to pick you up from school, so you decided to spend a little more time with your s/o (whom he didn't know about)
You were gonna tell him.. eventually.
But what you didn't know, is that he already knew about your s/o.
He has known for the past 20 mins.
He saw you kiss them on the cheek when he pulled up, so he decided to park in the parking lot, and do some "detective work" (he's being nosy)
He waited until your s/o had to go home, to actually pick you up from school.
He pulled up, but something was off.
He wasn't playing any music, and there were three empty packs of cigarettes in the floorboard.
(yes, he smoked three packs in 20 mins, YALL ARE STRESSING HIM OUTT!)
Reader: "what took you so long? Were you sick or something?"
You said with a grinn
He just ignored your question and lit his last cigarette, not even bothering to roll down the window.
Masky: "you're in an awfully good mood."
He put the car into drive and exited the school parking lot.
Reader: "huh? Oh yeah.. I passed my exam so.."
Masky: "mhm."
Shit.
He knows..
You knew he knew, but you didn't wanna bring it up.
Masky: "so, who were they?"
...
Reader: "who was who?? What are you talking about?"
Masky: "don't try to bullshit me y/n."
His face was blank, like he didn't care, but the tight grip he had on the steering wheel said otherwise.
Reader: "they're my partner.."
Masky: "break up with them."
Reader: "what!? no."
You knit your brows and huffed.
He stopped when the light turned red, and finally rolled down a window, to flick the ashes from his cigarette out.
Masky: "I'm telling you y/n, highschool relationships never last."
Reader: "like you know anything about relationships.."
He turned his head and gave you a "what the fuck??" kinda look.
You rolled your eyes and leaned back into your seat.
The light finally turned green, and he started driving again.
Let's just say, this was one awkward car ride home.
Thank you for the idea, I really had fun writing this lmao
Ty for reading- M
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octagledestroyer · 2 years ago
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Good Omens Episode 2
Ok so first of all
...that first post blew up. Or at any rate it’s become more popular than any post I’ve ever made before so THANK YOU to my new followers and everyone who liked or reblogged it! 
I start the episode and the first people I see are Gabriel and Sandalphon- what an encouraging opening.
Also, forgot to mention yesterday but Aziraphale’s bookstore is a LOT bigger than I had imagined and I want to live there. 
Gabriel’s so friggin oblivious he has absolutely no idea what pornography is and I am cacklingggg
that side-eye from the other guy in the shop
“You can’t have a war without War” ah yes very clever. 
oooh I love Crowley’s flat. Wouldn’t want to live there, but it’s cool. 
the red-haired chick is War, isn’t she. Oh, yeah, here come the guns. 
I still don’t get the theme song, but I like the music
Agnes’ letter to the milk-man is so matter of fact
oh no, she cured people of diseases and thinks running is good for you, she must be a horrible satanic person
gonna be honest, this isn’t how I expected Agnes to look. I didn’t have a specific idea, mind you, this just isn’t it
well I wasn’t expecting THAT. I don’t think Mr. Adultery did either
pppft she wrote a prophecy about a phone company. Stocks 101 with Agnes Nutter. 
aaaand of course I haven’t been pronouncing Anathema right either. See kids, this is why you watch the show first. 
oohhhh cool, Agnes’ descendant and Thou-Shalt-Not-Commit-Adultery’s descendant end up together. Hm. Well, at least I got Newton right. 
Oh Newton, you poor boy. Also Anathema’s hilarious and hot. 
whoa Anathema’s cottage is cute
“I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” How did they get the plants to tremble like that?
Poor Newton’s so confused and flusteredddd. I don’t like anyone that way but I just want to protect him. 
Now I’m starting to think Mr Thou-Shalt-Not-Commit-Adultery Pulsifer might not have had that strange of a name for a witchhunter 
“You’ve lost the boy-” “WE’VE lost the boy.” “A-a child has been lost” nice use of the passive there
Did Brian just BITE his ice cream? Who BITES their ice cream?
I love the introductions, although Brian’s shirt and face are sending chills down my spine
Does this happen a lot? Aziraphale makes some grand speech on philosophy and theology and then Crowley just slices through it with logic?
pppft Anathema’s so concerned about their game she’s like “Inquisition? TORTURE?” and its a tire swing
She’s looking so hard for the AntiChrist and he’s right there 
That is a TERRIBLE parking job and as a permit-holder it is making me            c r i n g e 
He’s so obvious trying to get Crowley to get the stain off his coat 
Lol Norman with his tie around his- oh. Wait, no, I read about this, those guns don’t actually kill, right? ...right?
Right. Oh, he’s gonna call him nice, isn’t he? And then we’ll have the classic pinned-to-the-wall scene. 
“This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.” If that isn’t the truth... 
oh my god it would have broken her armmmmm also they act exACTly like an old married couple 
“Open thine eyes and read, foolish principalite, for thy cocoa doth grow cold” how very useful. No sarcasm here, for once. 
Literally I want Aziraphale to look that shocked all of the time it’s fanTAStic
Alright, that’s the end of Episode 2 and my ramblings which people seem (for some reason) to be interested in. The next post should probably be coming out sometime tomorrow. 
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gaelic-symphony · 2 years ago
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For the ask game!
Favorite thing about Tara and Emily? Individually and as a ship?
For Tara:
favorite thing about her: LITERALLY EVERYTHING SHE IS PERFECT but also if I had to pick just one it's probably her emotional intelligence.
least favorite thing about her: the fact that she joined the team when the show was already starting to go downhill in terms of writing quality and storylines, so we didn't get to see her during some of the best CM episodes and arcs.
favorite line: "Brian, hi, I'm SSA Lewis. I guess you could say I'm the woman behind the woman, if you know what I mean."
brOTP: LUKE AND TARA!!!!!
OTP: TEMILY TEMILY TEMILY obvs
nOTP: There aren't really a lot of popular Tara ships, so I don't think I really have one, but the fact that her character was originally conceived as a love interest for Spencer makes me gag a little bit.
random headcanon: Her birthday is April 22.
unpopular opinion: Her wig in seasons 12-13 was actually really cute. It wasn't as good as her hair in 14-15 or in Evolution, but it was a good look for her, and it framed her face really nicely.
song i associate with her: Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae
favorite picture of her
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AISHA KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING HERE
For Emily:
favorite thing about her: Her fierce loyalty and desire to protect the people she loves
least favorite thing about her: In canon, the fact that she dates men. In fanon, interpretations of her that turn an intelligent, competent, multilingual Yale graduate into a bumbling idiot who just exists to cause chaos.
favorite line: "I've got a Glock leveled at your crotch. What's to stop me from taking you and the little ones out right now?"
brOTP: her and Morgan
OTP: TEMILY MY MOST BELOVED
nOTP: Any time Emily is shipped with a man it is a lesbophobic hate crime, but Hotchniss is by far the worst. The very existence of that ship makes me violently ill. I need a stronger term than NoTP to describe just how egregiously terrible it is.
random headcanon: Her two tattoos are a Vonnegut quote on her ribcage and a flower on her hip.
unpopular opinion: Most of the fandom simply doesn't deserve her. Outside of our little circle of Emily stans, fanon interpretations of Emily are almost always OOC and usually rooted in misogyny.
song i associate with her: Galileo by the Indigo Girls
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For Temily:
favorite thing about them: The way they are both exactly what the other one needs. Tara gives Emily safety and stability to feel like she never has to run or put up walls, and the way Emily thrives and flourishes with Tara helps her take herself a little less seriously, heal from the trauma of her marriage, and realize that Daryl's self-destructive tendencies and inability to get sober with her were not in any way her fault.
least favorite thing about them: The fact that they are technically not canon
favorite line: "I really wish I could clone you." "Well, that's because I'm so delightful."
random headcanon: Emily's side of the bed is the left, and Tara's is the right.
unpopular opinion: Temily is a much better ship than Jemily.
song i associate with them: At Last by Etta James, which was their first dance at their wedding
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winchesterszvonecek · 1 year ago
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Girl Talk - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek]
Summary: Otis misinterprets your girl talk with Shay and Dawson requested
Word Count: 2917
Warnings: female!reader, sex references, suggestive tones, mature language
Masterlist | Otis Masterlist
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You always were a details girl. You always did like to delve deep in the way you describe things. It's one of the things Otis loved about you.
Your passion for the things you loved. The way you talked so enthusiastically about your favourite movies or TV shows that your eyes would light up and your smile would grow so wide that you got those cute little dimples on your cheeks. The ones Otis always loved to see.
The guys had been quick to discover that once they got you talking about something, it was pretty hard to get you to stop. Whether you'd be spouting useless information that you just happened to have in your head, for example when you started to tell Cruz all about the different ways pennies were made when he'd only asked you if you could break his twenty dollar bill into some smaller change.
Or when you started mumbling to Mouch about the lifespans of different sharks when he happened to flick past the nature channel on the TV. Whatever it may be, whatever topic of conversation that may be going on inside the firehouse, you always seemed to have an opinion.
But when it came to talking about your sex life, well let's just say that you didn't often leave much to the imagination. Or at least, that's what Shay would come to think when she finally asked you how things were going in your relationship with Otis.
"Hey, Y/N, how are things going with you and Otis?" Shay asked as the two of you gave the ambulance a quick scrub before the bells went off. "You've been together for what, like seven months now?"
"I think so... It's coming up to my one year anniversary here so yeah, that sounds about right." You replied as you stripped the sheets from the gurney.
It hadn't felt like a year since you met Otis. Since you joined firehouse fifty-one as their new paramedic in charge after Dawson made the switch to firefighter. In all honesty, it felt as though you'd been here for five years, you managed to fit in so well.
"God, has it only been that long? Feels like I've been here forever." You added, spraying some disinfectant on the gurney before you began to wipe it down. "But things are going great. Really great actually."
"What's really great?" Gabby curiously chipped in as she came into view at the back of the ambulance, leaning her arm against the open door and not at all envying the two of you.
"Y/N's relationship with Otis." Shay teased, making you roll your eyes as you could see the smile on her face even though she had her back to you.
"Oh, yeah?" Gabby smiled, sharing the same scheming look with Shay as she stepped closer to the ambulance, glancing round to make sure none of the guys were nearby before she spoke again. "What's it like... You know, with Otis."
"You mean the sex?" You so bluntly put it, making Shay chuckle softly at your not so subtle attitude.
"Yeah, I mean... Is he any good?" Gabby's hushed voice asked, curiosity getting the better of her as she wanted to know just how Otis had managed to snag himself a girl like you. As no offence to Otis, but you were incredibly out of his league.
"Are you kidding?" You scoffed softly, abandoning your cleaning duties as you shuffled closer to them on the bench. You'd been waiting to hear that exact question for ages now so you could finally spill exactly how much you'd underestimated Otis in his bedroom skills. "Girl, you would not believe the things that man can do."
"Wait, are you serious?" Gabby whispered in disbelief, her eyes as wide as Shay's were as even she was having trouble believing what she was hearing.
"Oh, I'm dead serious." You said, rather seriously. "I mean, I've slept with a few guys in my lifetime but none of them, and I mean none of them even came close to making me feel what Brian does."
"Well, come on girl, spill... I wanna hear everything." Shay encouraged, earning herself a chuckle from Gabby. "What? Just cause I'm gay I don't get to hear?"
"No, no. It's just..." Gabby began, thinking to herself as to what way to phrase this. "I didn't think you'd be interested in hearing about sex involving men."
"I mean I'm not... Ew. Gross. But... This is Otis we're talking about. Sweet, dorky, innocent Otis. So you bet your ass, I wanna hear this." Shay replied, turning her attention back towards you.
"He is far from innocent, I'll tell you that much." You chuckled around a scoff.
The first thing you'd learned about Otis the day the two of you ended up in your bedroom was that he was far from the innocent man you expected him to be. In fact, he was the complete opposite in that once he was comfortable in the situation, he could become an animal when it came to giving you exactly what you wanted.
"Stop, are you serious? Our Otis... The guy who collects Doctor Who legos?" Gabby asked wide eyed.
"Oh yeah." You nodded, smile widening a little more as you knew knowing this information about Otis would make the girls seem impressed when they were around him. Something you knew he needed.
"I mean, he can be wild when he wants to be but at the same time..." You continued, Gabby and Shay's attention 100% focused on you as you all but blew their minds. "...he's so gentle and loving. The way he treats me. The way he looks at me... Making me feel like the only woman in the world... And God, the way he touches me. The way he explores every single inch of my body like he'd never seen it before, like he'd never touched it before? Not to mention the things he can do with his tongue because wow... It would be enough to make any woman desperate, and believe me... Once he's done with all that, I'm practically begging for him to fuck me."
"Is it wrong that I'm turned on right now?" Shay questioned, her tone dead serious which got a good laugh from you and Gabby.
"Maybe just a little." You chuckled, motioning with your fingers as the tip of your thumb touched lightly against your forefinger. "But I don't blame you... I turned myself on a little too. Might have to pull Otis into the showers for a quickie."
"Y/N." Gabby laughed, shaking her head as she ignored the look you fired her way. The one that said she couldn't talk given the amount of times she and Casey made it pretty obvious they were getting it on in the firehouse.
"But seriously though... Did you ever imagine yourself getting together with Otis when you joined?" Shay asked after the laughter died down a little and things settled.
You took a second to think to yourself, completely unaware that Otis had been on his way to find you when he heard Shay ask you that question. It had stopped him dead in his tracks, hidden by the truck as he patiently awaited your answer, his heart pounding in his chest as he had no idea how you'd respond.
Otis knew he wasn't your type, not when your ex had shown up at the firehouse a few months ago trying to get you back, to which you so blatantly told him to get fucked. But even then he knew he was nothing compared to that guy. Your ex was handsome, muscular. His six pack was pretty obvious under his tight tank top, which showed his bulging muscles off in a way that made Otis roll his eyes.
He'd been intimidated the minute the guy stepped foot into the firehouse and said he was your ex. He didn't think you'd ever go for him after that and had it not been for the four shots of tequila Shay made him drink, he'd probably never have asked you out. But you'd said yes. You'd actually agreed to go out with him the day after you told your ex to get lost. The day after you told a man that most women would throw themselves at, to get out of your life.
You'd basically picked him. Otis. The rather short, not so muscular and let's face it, pretty dorky elevator guy. You picked him over a guy who could model for Calvin Klein if he really wanted to. And even though you'd been together for seven months now, he still felt insecure in the relationship.
And when you answered Shay's question, it made the doubt he had in the back of his mind all the more clear as he couldn't help but think you'd finally realised your mistake in agreeing to go out with him.
"Honestly... No." Your answer all but broke Otis's heart as he stood there listening to you, unable to walk away as he needed to hear what else you had to say. "My entire first month here I never even thought twice about him... Never thought I'd ever get together with him as let's face it, he's not exactly my type..."
The rest of your words went unheard by Otis as he finally mustered up the strength to walk away, his eyes stinging with tears he so desperately fought against. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He couldn't believe how open you'd been by saying he wasn't your type. Which granted, he knew that, but still, it didn't make it any easier to hear fall from your lips. And in front of Shay and Dawson too? God, he couldn't begin to fathom the embarrassment, not to mention the heartbreak, in which he felt right now.
Had you just been playing him this whole time? Making him think you like him? Making him believe that he was good at sex, good at relationships? Was all of this just some sort of long con to build up his self confidence before knocking it all down? Breaking his heart in the process?
Otis hadn't told you he loved you yet. He'd been planning to, but the timing never seemed right. Never seemed perfect enough for something so important. But now he was glad he hadn't told you, otherwise he'd have just given you more ammunition to use against him in whatever game you appeared to be playing.
God, he felt so stupid now. So pathetic. So debased. He didn't want to believe that you were just tagging him along but at the same time, with your words rattling around inside his mind, he couldn't help it. It was all he could think about from the moment he heard those words slip through the lips in which he loved to kiss. The lips he never thought he'd get to kiss again, at least not until you found him moments later and explained the situation properly. Then he just felt like an idiot.
"Baby?" Your concerned voice reached Otis's ears as you came into view, his red rimmed eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he stood in the bathrooms, gripping the sink with such force you were surprised the metal hadn't sunk beneath his hands.
You stepped closer to him, furrowing your brow at the way his nostrils seemed to flare out of anger, the complete opposite of what you thought he was feeling given the shine of tears you could see in his eyes.
"Brian, what is it?" You asked, placing your hand softly on his shoulder but feeling your heart clench when he so roughly shrugged it off.
"I heard you." He gritted, his jaw tensing more than you'd ever seen it do before as he turned to face you.
"Heard me?" You repeated, puzzled being an understatement as to what you felt right now. "I'm not sure I know what you mean." You folded your arms, watching as he placed his hands on his hips and scoffed softly to himself, looking anywhere but into your eyes. Which made you certain he was pissed as often times he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from yours. 
"I heard you talking... To Dawson and Shay. About us." He spat, a little harsher than he'd have meant to but right now he couldn't help it. He felt embarrassed.
"Okay..." You replied, a little more relaxed than Otis would have liked. You leaned against the sink, crossing your arms across your chest before you carried on. "...and you're mad why? Because I told them about our sex life?"
"What? No." Otis shook his head, not fully taking in what you'd just said. "I'm talking about how you so happily told them I wasn't your type. That you never saw yourself dating me. That you never thought twice about me until I told you I liked you."
The lack of anything on your face only added to Otis's anger and frustration, and when you laughed... When you actually, physically laughed, well that was enough to almost push him over the edge towards calling things between you off entirely.
"Oh, baby." You chuckled, pushing yourself off the sink and stepping towards him. Your fingers walked lightly up his rapidly moving chest, trailing them along his neck before your hand landed on the side of his rather heated face. "I think you misinterpreted what I was saying."
"Did I?" He eyed you, his tone accusatory as he watched you run your tongue over your teeth.
"You did." You nodded, running your thumb soothingly down the edge of his moustache. "I'm guessing you didn't hear the entirety of our girl talk did you?"
"I don't... Girl talk?" Otis repeated, finding himself puzzled now as his mind began to wander.
"That's right... Girl talk." You whispered, leaning up to place a short, yet sweet kiss against his lips. "In which they ask me how our relationship is going... And I tell them. In detail."
"I don't- I'm not..." Otis stammered out, reaching his hand up to scratch nervously at the back of his head.
"You didn't hear the rest of my sentence did you?" You asked softly, Otis shaking his head gently as you ran your thumb down his lips. "Then let me repeat it for you... I said, I never even thought I'd ever get together with you because you weren't exactly my type... But, now that I'm with you. Now that I've fallen in love with you... What my type used to be, doesn't matter anymore. Because there isn't anyone else I'd rather be with than you."
"You- You're in love with me?" Otis whispered, unable to believe what he'd just heard pass your lips. And to think if he'd just waited another thirty seconds then he wouldn't have stupidly sent himself in a downward spiral of meaningless thoughts about your relationship.
"Only madly." You replied, biting gently at your bottom lip before you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "Kinda hard not to be when you're the best sex I've ever had in my life."
Otis swallowed, and hard too. He couldn't seem to find it in him to reply to what you'd just said, instead the corners of his lips rose a little as he leaned down, brushing his lips lightly over yours before planting them firmly against them. The kiss was hot and heavy, the two of you all but devouring each other. Starving. Hungry. Begging for air yet never wanting to break apart.
Eventually though, the two of you had to pull apart, your lungs desperate for air as you let out quick, ragged breaths. If you hadn't been turned on already, you'd certainly be now after a kiss like that.
"I think you were right." Otis whispered, breathless as he leaned his forehead against yours. "I think I did misinterpret your girl talk."
"Oh really, and what makes you say that?" You teased, pushing yourself closer to him and feeling how he twitched beneath you, stumbling over his words which came out as a groan rather than anything intelligible.
His eyes shut briefly as he took a breath, finding yours staring back at him as he opened them again. You were quick to notice the lack of anger and worry you'd seen previously behind his eyes, having been replaced by a scheming glint, one that was so clearly backed up by the small grin that rose to his face. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours before they moved towards your ear.
"Because I can practically feel the heat radiating from between your legs." He whispered, his voice only adding to said heat as the warmth of his breath travelled down your spine and joined that which was pooling between your legs.
"Brian Zvonecek, you better drag me into those showers and fuck me or I swear to God-"
"Oh you'll be swearing alright..." He said deeply into your ear, his fingers digging hard into the flesh of your hips as he all but kept you from falling to the ground. He brushed your hair aside, planting a heated, lingering kiss against the nape of your neck which had you weak at the knees. "Because baby, by the time I'm finished with you... You're going to have one hell of a story to tell during your next girl talk, that much is guaranteed."
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fre4kshqw · 7 months ago
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Not All Stories Have A Happy Ending-FINAL
Jay seemed much brighter this morning, almost like yesterday's incident never happened. His new found relationship with his best friend was the topic in Jay's mind. Tim on the other hand was more observant now, he started to notice Jay's more sickly pale skin and deeper eyebags, the skin around his nose looked irritated from constant blowing, "hm," Tim thought to himself "he hasn't been sick recently.." Tim could only come up with the conclusion that he's having nosebleeds which worries him more.
Jay smiled and gently held Tim's hand and walked out the musty motel with him, Tim was smoking a cigarette with his spare hand "I have somewhere to bring you today." Tim said as he opened the passenger door of his car for Jay, Jay seemed a little confused until a smile appeared on his face "really? like a date?" Tim slowly nodded in response "yeah…you could stay that."
As the two drove in the car Tim's head was flooded with all different kinds of thoughts "If Jay is capable of killing a bird because it was staring at him, imagine what he'd do to a person.." he thought to himself, glancing over at Jay who was pointing his camera out the window and observing, Tim quickly brought his eyes back to the road and continued driving.
"Jay," Tim said softly, his voice completely calm. almost robotic, "you know I love you right?" Jay took a few seconds to respond, Tim telling him he loved him so soon was a bit quick for Jay. Yet, it felt right. "Yeah.." he mumbled, looking over at him.
"Just, remember I'd do anything to keep you safe." Tim mumbled, Jay felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. It wasn't like Tim to say such things, he tried to manipulate himself into thinking Tim has revealed this new side to himself that Tim hasn't seen yet. Maybe a soft protective side, though Jay knew who the real Tim was. Yet He still loved him dearly
Jay tried not to be too uneasy about Tim's words and just smiled at him "who knew you could be so cringy." Jay said while grinning, Tim smiled and sighed "yeah.." He mumbled. The two men sat in silence after that, the two having uneasy feelings in their stomach's for different reasons. The car eventually came to a stop outside an old college building.
The building was tall, three storeys high. Moss creeped up the red brick walls, covering some of the shattered windows. Fungi growing at the foundation, the place looked familiar. Jay thought he'd seen something like this before but his memory was so bad lately there was no hope trying to guess. "Wow Tim such a cute date spot" he said sarcastically, Tim looked over at him while trying to light a cigarette "what can I say, I'm a gentleman."
The two walked in together, doing their usual investigation. Time seemed to stop for Tim when Jay walked away to look at something, he knew this was the best time to do it. If he didn't do it now he'd only get worse, he crouched down and took a loaded pistol from his boot. His hand was unable to steady, he could barely aim in a straight line, Tim tried to remember the words Brian told him about animals back in college "if you shoot it right in the back of the head….it'll put it out of it's misery without it suffering." he told himself, he had to hold the gun with both hands, he had to give Alex credit for being able to hold it so steadily. "Jay…I just wanted to say, I really do love you, and I can't wait to live my life with you when this is all over.." Jay smiled, he was faced away from Tim still "That's n-.." Jay's sentence was cut off by a loud bang and his body going limp, falling onto the floor and bleeding out from the head. He was dead. Tim stood there in shock, he dropped the gun and looked at his lover's corpse. Tim had planned to do this, when he killed that bluejay he knew Jay would only start to get more and more violent like Alex.
Tim stumbled over to the new corpse and fell to his knees beside him. He confessed his love to Jay so he'd at least have his last few moments in happiness, Tim knew it would never last anyway. Tim felt the back of his head and let the crimson blood stain his hand, even though it was planned it still hurt. It fucking hurt bad. After what felt like hours he finally stood up, took Jay's camera and left. Leaving the new corpse to rot, alone.
Tim sat in his car for a while and just stared at the camera that now had a broken lens because of it falling at Jay's death. Tim had tears running down his face, Tim never cried but Jay was different to him. He kept the camera close the whole drive home. At least Jay died knowing Tim would never hurt him.
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kiruamon · 1 year ago
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More cat stuff (+ 1 dog)!
I felt like expanding the idea a little further. So this time we can welcome the rest of the color gang. (For a easier search I tagged the last entry of this AU and this entry as pet au).
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Some background information:
Oz lived on the streets, where he accidentally wandered into Damien's fathers' territory. Damien spotted him there and chased him out of the territory, which led to them rushing through half the city with neither of them quite knowing where they were when they stopped. Oz was thankfully able to convince Damien that he would help him get back to his territory if he didn't hurt him in return. Damien reluctantly agreed, and Oz oriented himself based on buildings and other prominent features that had caught his eye during their chase until they actually made it back in one piece.
From then on, Oz would often run into the horned feline when Damien was on a stroll outside of his territory, and over time the two bonded.
Oz had no permanent shelter for a long time. Most of the time he looked for some empty cardboard boxes in dark back alleys for a place to sleep. Never really feeling safe, he often lived in the justified fear of being chased away by someone from his temporary shelter. At least until the day he was found by the Color Gang.
It was a huge shock for him when a gigantic dog suddenly appeared in front of him. Stiff with fear, he couldn't get his feet to move and instead tried to crouch down as small as he could. Maybe the big dog would overlook him?
As the beast grabbed his hackles, Oz was completely sure that his life had now come to an end as a dog's snack! But instead, the strange dog carried him right up in front of the paws of two unfamiliar cats, who visibly eyed him with curiosity.
That day he made new friends in Vicky, Amira, and Brian, who decided on the same day to take Oz to their owner in the hopes that their owner would take him in.
Brian carried Oz to his owner, holding the little kitten by the scruff of his neck, while Amira and Vicky looked at their owner with begging faces like, "Look! Look what we found! Isn't he cute? Can we keep him? Please, please, please!"
Amira then whispered to Oz: "Okay, Oz. Now it's your turn. Remember what Vicky taught you. You can do it, you've been practicing for it, after all."
Despite being rather anxious and having a lot of heart pounding, Oz does his best, looks up and tries to put on his cutest expression, while all he can manage is a tiny mousey mewl from all the pressure.
The owner never stood a chance against all these begging faces. The mission was a complete success!
So Oz is taken in by the owner of his friends and from then on lives with them.
The Color Gangs Owner calls them Blue, Green, Red and Yellow. Yellow for Oz since the little guy had a yellow ribbon entangled around his neck, when he was brought to him. He soon replaced it with a yellow collar.
Having a warm and most of all safe home is a whole new experience for Oz, which he fully enjoys.
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Group picture! Whereby Amira's design here still represents the first version, which I changed later.
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Once Oz got used to Brian - and the fact that he wouldn't eat him - he started to appreciate the presence of the extremely friendly and calm dog.
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Brian, on the other hand, isn't feeling bothered by Oz's clinginess. On the contrary. He, too, has certainly taken a liking to their newest group member.
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Napping time is always a good time.
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Brian often makes a bit of a mess when he eats, as he can't stop some of the food from falling out of the gap in his muzzle.
The owner has therefore placed a mat under the food bowls to make it easier to sweep up the leftovers.
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The old Amira design. I changed it, because it thought it looked to much like a fakemon.:'3
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So I settled with this design instead.
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Amira plays with Vicky and Oz from time to time, although she is not always in the mood to amuse them and is quicker to make it clear when she wants to be left alone. She is often outside the house to hunt and allows Oz to accompany her every now and then if he shows interest. When she gets angry, her fire burns even stronger and hotter. In that case it can happen that her fire, which otherwise isn't a threat, becomes dangerous. For such emergencies, the owner has placed fire extinguishers in every room as well as sprinklers.
Oz really likes the warm and pretty looking little amber sparks and tries sometimes to catch one.
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Vicky was immediately overjoyed to welcome her new family member. She is full of energy and outright curious. She invites Oz on every adventure, no matter how small it is. Vicky is definitely happy to have a playmate who has a similar size and can often be seen bouncing around with Oz. Despite her peppy nature, she is very good at sensing when Oz needs a break and giving him time to rest. She has been the one who has shown Oz everything in his new home. From the place with the food bowls to her favorite places to play and more.
When she is very excited, it sometimes happens that she gives out small electric shocks. In addition to that, her fur charges quickly when she walks on carpets or is petted for a while and then also gives out very light electric shocks again when touched. She has a habit of licking at electrical outlets to give her body new energy. Her owner had to give up trying to stop her from doing this if he doesn't want to replace chewed through wires every few days instead.
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Cat pile!
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An empty box! There is no better toy!
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When nervous or frightened, Oz tends to sink into shadows to the shock of his new owner.
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For Damien it was a big surprise to find out that his friend suddenly lives with a human as his house cat. And then also in the company of other animals! Damien felt betrayed at the sight of the warmly lit living room and Oz's carefree playing when watching the smaller one through the window.
When Oz noticed him and jumped onto the windowsill to suddenly be shouted at by Damien before his friend turning away from him, Oz no longer understood the world.
Although Oz didn't have a chip for the cat flap at this point due to an upcoming visit to the vet. He still found a way out to follow Damien thanks to his shadow ability. He had quite a bit of trouble following the angry cat, who no longer wanted anything to do with him.
Oz called desperately several times after Damien until the other finally stopped. When Damien turned around furiously and was ready to make clear, even with claws if necessary, that Oz should leave him the hell alone, his anger fizzled out at Oz's trembling figure and tear-stained face.
In the end, Damien realized that he was the one who had overreacted. That he wasn't really angry that Oz had found a home for himself. But that he had simply been jealous to see him with others. And that his initial concern that something had happened to Oz when he had not found him in the usual places had turned to anger because he thought Oz had now replaced him and no longer needed him.
After talking things out, and as soon as Oz was finally officially allowed to leave the house as well, Damien felt much more at ease. Oz enjoys his walks and hang-outs with Damien and is also more than happy that there are no more misunderstandings between them. Apart from that, Oz doesn't hide his affection for Damien and shows him at every possible opportunity how much he likes him.
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Oz will bring Damien his favourite mouse toy as a present to show him his affection. It's very effective.
Damien brought Oz a death bird the next day. Oz wasn't so sure what to do with it but was happy none the less.
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Damien doesn't know how to retract his claws. But he always goes sure to not hurt Oz. Oz on the other paw trusts Damien completely even if it makes him all flustered when Damien is being suddenly more cuddly with him. (But he also reeeeeally likes it. So Oz doesn't complain about it.)
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Oz looking all dreamy at Damien, some nose nuzzling and having a stroll together through the town.
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Maybe there will come more? No promises though.:')
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stargirl1331 · 10 months ago
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Petition for tumblr to let me write bibles on post comments without having to write 100 of them.
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C, you've no idea the can of worms you just opened, I get so weird about this stuff and I straight up cannot form thoughts right now because my brain decided to go stupid for some reason so-
Ok, trying to write this one again because what I was going to send looked like word vomiting, I wasn't joking with my brian going stupid. Y'know that feeling when you want to say a lot but the words won't come out so you just feel dizzy and like you might throw up? That but like in a good way, like I'm having butterflies but in the brain. Anyway.
So your poem was about internet and online friends, I started thinking about relationships and how you can love people without faces and that reminded me of Her (2013), a movie about a dude that falls in love with his universe's Siri/Alexa with whom he starts to develop a wholesome and cute relationship.
And then there's the song Computer Boy by Poppy, where she falls in love with an AI (back when AIs were cool, when they were just a concept for people to go insane and write fiction about and not an actual thing that kills art) and it's basically a silly reference to online dating and I just love it.
But Poppy's character (she's a character) started with the concept of a girl who wanted to be internet famous, except she was actually an AI/robot created only and specifically to be famous (a critique of the music industry) and she actually lived ON the internet, like that was her house. There's just so many things about her- actually, there's this FANTASTIC youtube essay about her that explains everything better than me and since you seem to like her- here
https://youtu.be/DfAUfoPsFoE?si=74LKoetoDaymvBQo
Then The Machine is about so SO many things, in this specific instance I meant like the humanization of machines; when they develop consciousness, empathy and feelings and where does that leave us, how different are they from us and we from them? Can a human and a machine fall in love? Have a connection?
New Flesh is technically horror, technically transhumanism; when the human and the mechanical combine, it's about the morphing and transformation of our bodies with the coming of the future, if we're not our bodies what are we? Can we even be considered humans without one? New Flesh is all about the relationship between human/body and machine and you comparing dna with codes made me think of that when writing in the tags before going "what does this have to do with anything?" but yeah man-machine, I remember now.
Basically, your poem reminded me of loving people that don't have a physical and/or human body, I went "awww, they're in love with the computer, with the robot :3" and related it with other things that don't have that much in common but whom I'm obsessed about.
It took so long to formulate this, I short circuited for a while. I'm normal now (lie). Hope this makes at least a little bit of sense and I don't sound out of my mind.
This is all so cool???? I’m currently like absolutely obsessed with poppy.computer no I’m not chewing on things nooooooo. Dante please info dump in my inbox literally anytime ever I love hearing your thoughts they are always so awesome and I learn so much and find a new thing to hyperfixate on.
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