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servin-up-surveys · 2 years ago

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survey #157

Who was the last male you were introduced to? I'm pretty sure that woulda been Girt's childhood best friend & still very good friend Josh. He's the son of his mom's best friend so came with us to lunch on Mother's Day.

What was your first impression of him? I thought he was very friendly and polite, and I was happy to finally meet him with how close he and Girt were/are, I'd heard lots about him already.

Name one of your favourite foods that starts with the letter "F." Fries, lol I have been craving fries real bad lately and surveys haven't been helping.

Who is the 8th contact in your phone? Is he/she in a relationship? That's my hairdresser, and yes, she's married.

What were you like as a 12-year-old? Extremely fucking annoying and thought she was so random and funny and interesting like no bitch you JUST sucked.

What colour are the eyes of the last female you text messaged? My mom has brown eyes.

Do you like Lucky Charms? I do, but I have to be in the mood for them. The marshmallow bits can be too sweet for me sometimes, but then the regular pieces are boring lol.

Skittles or M&Ms? Skittles. Especially the sour ones.

How many different colors of the rainbow have you dyed your hair? Red, green, and purple, so three. I feel like I once had blue highlights, too.

How were you taught to memorize the colors of the rainbow in order? I think I can mostly credit the childhood book What Makes a Rainbow?, which features colored ribbons being added on with each page, and then a full rainbow arch on the last page. I LOVED it and read it obsessively as a kid. Any book with interactive features, I fuckin' loved 'em. I can only imagine how complex they've gotten by now.

Do you like Froot Loops? Yes, that actually sounds really good right now.

Do you like babies? They stress me out, more than anything. Sometimes they're cute, but I'd prefer to just watch them without any responsibility over them.

What’s your favorite type of bear? I feel like I tend to find pandas the cutest, but I also love polar and grizzly bears.

Bambi, Brave, or Beauty and the Beast? I only remember the last one; I've never watched all of Bambi surprisingly, I don't know the story besides he loses his mother, however I've WANTED to see Brave, I like the idea of it a lot.

Favorite breakfast food? It varies with my mood, I like a lot of breakfast foods. It can be waffles, bacon, breakfast biscuits, sausage, pancakes...

Do you enjoy bubble baths? I don't like baths.

Do you like bologna? I do.

Favorite kind of bird? Barn owls are #1, ESPECIALLY melanistic ones! I love so many kinds of birds though, like bearded vultures, Dracula parrots, ravens and crows, great horned owls, and honestly just owls in general lol, I get SO fucking excited when I see an owl.

What is your favorite color? Pink, specifically lighter shades.

What is your favorite type of cookie? I'm super basic, I really love a good ol' soft and gooey chocolate chip cookie.

Which is creepiest - caterpillars, cicadas, crickets, centipedes, or cockroaches? Cicadas actually REALLY creep me out with their eyes, like seeing one unexpectedly is genuinely alarming to me, I probably will yell in surprise. It's strange because another part of me is like, they're kinda a lil bit cute, but the creepy factor overrides it by a long shot. Centipedes aren't creepy to me, I really think they just look straight-up cool, however they're the one I'd least want on me because their bites are no fucking joke. Caterpillars and crickets don't creep me out at all, and for some reason cockroaches don't elicit any sort of fearful reaction either, I think because I tend to think of hissing roaches, which I may want as pets someday, they're actually quite liked among invertebrate pet lovers.

Have you ever had a dog? Yeah, we've had a few and have one now too.

Daffodils, daisies, or dandelions? I think I gotta go with dandelions, primarily for their puffy white phase.

Do you know anyone who has diabetes? Oh plenty of people, even I myself am pre-diabetic, though at this point only barely, thankfully.

What is your dad’s name? Kenneth, but everyone calls him Ken.

Do you dye eggs at Easter time? Not anymore, but my sisters and I did as kids.

Did you have an Elf on the Shelf growing up? No actually, I was late to learning that was even a thing. My sister does it with her kids, though, and they love it.

How many members are in your favourite band? I know Rammstein has six, and Wikipedia is telling me Ozzy's band consists of four other guys right now, but I have no idea how accurate that is, I don't keep up with anyone in the band but him.

How does alcohol affect you? I get hot and my face flushes quite badly, and it seems like I loosen up and relax more, but I've never really drank enough to see a super obvious change in me emotions-wise.

What is your favorite place to get pizza? I'm a basic bitch that actually really likes Domino's - usually, because they absolutely know how to overdo the amount of garlic. The best pizza I've ever had though was literally at a kid's birthday party at a trampoline park haha, it was incredible, like I couldn't believe how good that shit was.

What was the last concert you attended, and who did you go with? Alice Cooper, and I went with Mom, Jason, and even my little sister, who went just for the hell of it, she hated the actual concert lol, but we all had fun. That was a great night.

Have you ever tried lemon brownies? No, I don't think I'd like that. I love plenty of lemon-flavored things, but not stuff like brownies and similar desserts.

How far away is the closest McDonald’s from your house? Probably not even five minutes, it's very close. It would be extremely short if we weren't in a busy area with a few stoplights between us and there.

Are your siblings allergic to anything? I know Nicole is allergic to latex, her skin reacts very badly, but that's all that I know of.

Has your house ever had a pest infestation? "Infestation" is definitely too strong of a word; two houses ago, we'd sometimes get mice in the winter, but it was unsurprising given where we lived in the literal woods. In this house, we occasionally get flare-ups of ants in a few spots, but I still think "infestation" denotes a serious problem with pest presence.

Is love an overused word? Not at all; I don't think you should say it unless you mean it, and I get that some people don't have that standard, but there is no limit to how much love you can give.

Least favorite band? I second what the person I copied this from said, who has designated least favorite bands? Like when you hear a band that you consistently don't like over a few songs, it's not like you go through their entire discography to see just how much you hate them.

What is the meanest thing someone has ever said or done to you? Invalidated the trauma I've experienced/basically called me a liar and insisted I was a weak-willed deadweight.

Do you believe in the Loch Ness Monster? I'm doubtful it ever existed, and if it ever did, it was just some extremely lucky plesiosaur. I find it very doubtful that it wouldn't have been dredged up by now if there was still one in those waters, and as a matter of fact no plesiosaur bones have been found in that area anyway. Even the person who took the extremely famous photograph admitted on his deathbed that it was faked, explaining how he did it: a toy submarine with literally just a plastic head attached. Just to ensure I was speaking accurately I did some quick googling too, and there's more evidence that there was never a plesiosaur in those waters.

How about Ouija boards? I really don't know; like I'm open about believing in spirits of some sort, but I don't know how realistic it is to believe a fuckin' kid's toy is gonna let you communicate with them, and I definitely don't believe you're talking with demons. I still personally would not mess with one though, just because I don't think even the chance is worth it, that is a world we know literally nothing about.

Do you sleep with the door open or closed? Open, Roman loses his shit if my door is ever closed for ANY reason, regardless of what side he's on, lol.

Where is your dad right now? Probably at work, I'm pretty sure he still works Fridays.

Do you write a lot? Not as much these days, but I still absolutely enjoy doing it, especially when I get a burst of motivation and/or creativity.

Do people tell you that you’re attractive? Not often, no. The only person who will consistently say so is Girt.

Do you kill bugs? Not really, unless we're talking about a random ant in the house. Teeny-tiny bugs I just randomly may see in the house I rarely do anything to, and if I ever found a larger insect, I'd want to bring it outside. I'd never deliberately kill a bug while outside, like that's their home, and seeing people who are just dead-set on killing something non-furry in its natural habitat really disturb me.

Are you afraid of the dark? No, but I sure as hell hate navigating in it, my night vision is HORRIFIC; I'm only ever comfortable in the dark if my eyes have had time to adjust.

Who was the last person or people you hung out with? My mom actually, I stayed in the living room longer than just dinner to watch some Naked And Afraid with her.

Where was the last place you went? Neurologist's office to update him on my legs; even though we now know with certainty it wasn't a nerve problem, I'm still seeing him again in six months to check for continued improvement now that physical therapy is over.

What color is your underwear? Right now I'm not wearing any, my period's been over a few days and I'm in pajama pants in my own house, so.

Do you like sports? No, they really disinterest me. The ONLY exception is dance, I love watching dance routines.

Do you like art? Art is one of the prime things that makes life worth living, to me.

Do you like math? No, I have always struggled severely with math. Even during my last attempt at college, I failed Algebra miserably. My brain just can't wrap itself around numbers and how they interact, even with tutoring.

Would you ever travel to a country without indoor plumbing? Eek... gotta be honest, probably not. That kinda stuff is really important to me.

Can you change the oil on a car? No, I have no idea how you do this. I've never had my own car, probably never will.

Favorite kind of sandwich? Y'know I really like a good peanut butter and jelly, but I don't always want that; more often I'm in the mood for a ham and cheese w/ mustard sandwich, but I still think I enjoy pb&js more.

Are you afraid of heights? Sure am, especially because I'm one of those weird people that get the "what if you jumped off" intrusive thoughts, not out of being suicidal or anything, it's just there, and it makes me very uncomfortable. Those thoughts are so strange, like why the hell do we think some things we do, lol.

Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? A little bit before Mother's Day 2022. My sisters and I had photos taken with Mom.

Do you think musicals are classy? YES, they elicit this completely unwilling but super strong cringe response from me, which I really hate because I despise cringe culture; the idea that people should feel ashamed for liking something innocent is completely shitty and I want nothing to do with it, but christ I have never been able to stop myself from feeling the reaction. I don't feel it towards people who do like musicals at least, it's just the content itself.

Favorite type of fruit pie? I'm not a pie person. I love peach cobbler though, and that's kinda close, right?

Cheetos or Fritos? Cheetos, not a fan of the latter.

Peanuts or sunflower seeds? Ugh, neither. I like chocolate-covered peanuts, though.

Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? No, I've never like, pictured an ideal occupation for a partner; I want them to do whatever makes them happy. My current and hopefully final partner works in a tire factory and is content with what he does, but he also goes through episodes where he wants something else, but he's thinking in complete realism he's going to stay with Bridgestone for a number of reasons, maybe just change positions, but even that he's not sure of because he has no desire to deal with/instruct other employees as a leader figure. I don't have an opinion on it, like I said I want him to do whatever brings him fulfillment.

Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Oh yes, it is insanely easy to make me cry, and not only out of sadness.

Sugar or snickerdoodles? Sugar cookies are great. I can't remember how I feel about the second.

Which Asian country would you like to visit the most? I'm not sure, I'd have to do more research on this. I already know I kinda wanna visit Japan, but I think how crowded it is would really overwhelm me.

Have you ever been to a convention? (comic, Youtube, etc.) Only reptile ones. I'd love to go to more of those, once my legs are okay for it.

How old were your parents when they got engaged? I have zero idea.

Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online? Nah, don't have a reason to.

Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? No, I'd be fucking terrified to do that.

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huntingingoodwill · 2 years ago

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waitress! (r.f.)

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pairing: robert fischer x waitress! reader

desc: in which you’re intrigued by the important looking man with a froot loops addiction who goes out of his way to eat at the diner you work at every morning.

“I will have…” His voice had trailed off pensively as he flipped the sticky, peeling menu over in his hand. “Froot Loops.” He said decisively.

Your jaw had paused its movement, hanging a little slack as you stopped chewing your gum, blinking at him in disbelief. His pale pink lips turned up into an unassuming smile.

You had raised your eyebrows, chuckling a little as you scrawled the order down onto your notepad.

“Okay.” You had muttered through your lopsided smile, fingers ghosting his as he handed you the menu. “Froot Loops.”

That was the first time you met him. He intrigued you from the start.

A man like him, in his sharp suit and expensive car, looked far too important to be smiling at you gratefully as you poured milk into his little plastic bowl, leaning forward to avoid staining his pristine dress shirt while slurping up the neon rings.

He looked far too important to even be in the dingy little diner you worked at, a quiet place on the outskirts of the city. It was far out of the way of anything exciting, its purpose usually reserved to serving travellers who were just passing through.

So, it was even more intriguing to you that he kept coming back.

It had been a week since your first encounter with him, and he arrived every morning at the crack of dawn.

Now, you braced your hands on the counter, restlessly tapping your fingers against the surface as you narrowed your eyes, staring at him curiously. You hardly got any regulars, but he showed up every morning, disgustingly early, just to have a bowl of the same cereal in the same squeaky vinyl booth. You couldn’t figure him out.

You watched him take the last, dribbling sip of coffee from his mug, and you took the opportunity, picking up a fresh pot and hopping over the counter.

You refilled his mug full of the black, steaming liquid as he thanked you, scanning through the newspaper.

“You know we serve real food, right?” You smirked, picking up his now empty bowl, the colourful dust from the cereal clinging to the bottom of it.

“Froot Loops are real food. Breakfast of champions, right?” He reached a finger out, tapping on the bowl in your hand. “Besides, your real food probably isn’t served on dishes with kangaroos on ‘em.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you looked down at the childishly designed bowl, a tiny cartoon kangaroo hopping along the bottom of it.

“No respectable place should serve food on plates without cartoons on them.” He said in mock seriousness.

“We’re not really a respectable place.” You raised your eyebrows, nodding toward the drab interior of the restaurant, all dull fluorescent lights and greasy linoleum. “But, next time ‘round, you order an omelette and I’ll get the chef to serve it on whatever plate you want. Does you no good, eating that sugary crap everyday.” You laughed.

“Thanks.” He grinned, peering at the little metal badge pinned to your uniform, your name spelt in looping cursive. “(Y/N).”

“You’re welcome…” Your voice lilted questioningly.

“Robert.”

“Robert.” You repeated.

“Would you like to sit down? I’ll buy you a coffee.” He offered.

“The coffee here is shit.” You blurted, eliciting a laugh from him as you gestured with the pot in your hand. “And I can’t, sorry.” You said, giving him a rueful smile, eyebrows furrowing. “My boss would kill me if I do.”

“And you’d break my heart if you don’t.”

You bit your lip, eyes flickering around the diner, noting that your boss was still in the back, probably thumbing through his phone and staving off sleep.

“Well,” you said, sliding into the booth across from him as you set the bowl and pot back onto the table. “We can’t let that happen, can we?”

You leaned forward conspiratorially. “Can I ask you a question, Robert?”

He looked at you amusedly, nodding.

“What’s a man like you doing in a shithole like this?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” He chuckled, feigning innocence.

“Oh, you know!” You exclaimed, jabbing a finger into his arm, prompting his laughter. “We never get any regulars. But you-” You waggled a finger in his smiling face. “Come here every morning, right at the break of dawn, driving all the way up here from the city just to go right back down. Why would anyone go through all that trouble just… for a bowl of cereal and some bad coffee?”

“Maybe…” He drummed his fingers on the table in contemplation. “I just really like Froot Loops.”

You shot him a derisive look.

“Okay, okay… well, there’s just a lot to like here.”

“Oh, really?”

“Sure… I mean, the service, for one. There’s this really great waitress here.” He mumbled, lips turning upward.

“Oh, really?” You smirked.

“Really.” He laughed. “She caught my eye the first time I came here and well... she works all alone during the morning shift. She’s pretty, and always looks at me a little weird whenever I come in. I’ve been wanting to talk to her for a while now, but I just haven’t got the guts.” He gave you a shy smile. “So I wake up early, drive up here from the city, eat, build up the courage to talk to her, lose it, then drive all the way back down just in time to go to work.”

You felt a blush creeping up your neck, and you knocked your scuffed sneaker against his polished dress shoe.

“I don’t like cowardly men, Robert.” You joked, picking up his mug and taking a sip.

“I’ll have to work on that, then.” He replied, holding out his hand as you placed the mug back in it.

“(Y/N)! What the hell are you doing?!” You jumped as your boss appeared in front of you, his harsh voice an unwelcome interruption.

“It’s alright, sir, I asked her to-” Robert began, only to be cut off immediately.

“Look buddy, I don’t pay her to sit on her ass out he-”

Robert dug into his pocket, pulling out a couple of bills. He placed them on the table, sliding them in the direction of your boss.

His eyes widened. It was more than what both of you would have made on your shift. Your boss cleared his throat, sheepishly tucking the money into his pocket.

“...Carry on.” He coughed, walking away with his tail between his legs.

You turned to Robert, laughing incredulously. “You like me that much, huh?”

He raised his eyebrows as he held his coffee to his lips, obscuring his smile.

The two of you talked for ages, laughing until the sun peaked over the hills, shining bright golden rays through the windows and illuminating his bright blue eyes, highlighting the freckles on his cheeks.

Your eyes widened, grabbing his wrist and looking at the face of his watch as you snapped back into reality. When you were talking to Robert, it was like you were in your own little bubble, time trickling by without you noticing. “Don’t you have to get to work? You’ll be late!” You exclaimed.

“No one cares if the boss is late.” He said, causing relief to wash over you.

“Brag.” You teased.

“But I could go for a coffee.” He said. “Somewhere you actually like. And, maybe somewhere that also has cartoon kangaroos on their dishes. Y'know. A respectable place."

You laughed, hurriedly untying your apron, tossing it over the counter, and ignoring your boss’ annoyed expression as the balled-up cloth thwacked him in the face.

The bell on the door sounded overhead as he held it open for you, making your way toward his car.

You tucked your hands into your jacket pockets as the gravel of the parking lot crunched below your feet, letting out a low whistle as you laid your eyes on his no doubt expensive car, the model looking out of place in front of the lacklustre restaurant.

"You like it?" He asked.

"Sure I do!" You replied, admiring it. "Who wouldn't?"

"You wanna drive it?" He offered.

You gaped at him. "Seriously?"

"If it'll make you happy." He said. You nodded eagerly and he grinned, tossing them in your direction as he rounded the car, sliding into the passenger seat.

You drummed your fingers against the steering wheel as you settled into the seat, whooping as you revved the engine, feeling the car rumble to life.

"Where to, sir?" You flashed him a gleaming smile.

"To the city!" He exclaimed, causing you to let out a joyous cheer. He turned to look at you, his lips quirking upward. "Together, this time."

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velissiamemes · 3 years ago

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♡ Texts From Last Night ♡

[text:] I was so high last night that at one point I kept licking his neck saying he tasted like soap and truffles.

[text:] He may not be good for my soul but he’s great for my vagina!

[text:] If you really hate him do what I do: give him an amazing night of unforgettable sex then dump him. You’ll ruin sex for him because new girls won’t compare

[text:] I don’t care that he’s a decade younger. He’s cute and I need a good penising

[text:] Last night was a bad idea. I'm hungover and the contents of my purse smell like Korean BBQ.

[text:] Hot or not, she’s from Boston. It’s hard to nut when she sounds like Mark Wahlberg

[text:] Sorry about kicking you last night but you don’t mess with a girls margarita bucket. Ever

[text:] "Offered to eat Froot Loops out of my belly button" drunk. Thats how drunk.

[text:] I sent him nudes while he is at work because I am an evil human being.

[text:] He’s got a big dick and a big ego. This could be fun

[text:] That's the second time my extensive knowledge of Taylor Swift has gotten me laid

[text:] He woke me with blue berry pancakes and a blow job. He's a keeper.

[text:] Do you recall asking me to zip line through your wedding dressed as a bleeding angel?

[text:] Two words: nipple clamps

[text:] Oh I had the weirdest dream in which I was an archeologist stealing a golden dildo from a snobby British person

[text:] BRB. These cougars are squabbling over my junk and one of them is offering to pay my tuition

[text:] your horoscope this morning...very interesting...good luck today

[text:] I'm not unpopping my collar. This shirt is too expensive to crease.

[text:] I am lonely and I want to touch your beard

[text:] They have 12 kegs and 40 bottles of liquor and a pool with a diving board. And hardly anyone at this wedding knows me. Should be a great night

[text:] If eating a cheesesteak naked doesn't make me feel better, then I don't know what will.

[text:] You are the alcoholic guardian angel of raccoons

[text:] I always hoped that one day I'd have a sex position named in my honor.

[text:] Want to come over? I'm getting stoned and watching Netflix and making s'mores over a candle in my room

[text:] We were running down las vegas boulevard at 8:30 am with our beers cause we were late for our flight

[text:] It was awkward at first he now knows I fucked his little brother, they were both there. then the tequila kicked in and everything was fine.

[text:] I am far too hungover to deal with the fact I can hear you masturbating in the bathroom.

[text:] He is crying over the toilet and his friends just came in and tried to make him take another jello shot.

[text:] So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"

[text:] I was just handed a bible on my walk of shame....are you there god? It’s tequila Tuesday's hangover

[text:] He returned my car yesterday. Found a duffel bag with beef jerky, condoms, and a handgun this morning. Slightly concerned

[text:] I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.

[text:] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text:] At McDonald's last night the guy gave you the wrong kind of McFlurry, so you screamed at him, "YOU MCFUCKED UP."

[text:] This is a mass text. Does anyone know where I am?

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minamagnolia · 3 years ago

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Music to Your Ears - Loki x reader

Summary: Loki, your roommate has made it his mission in life to torture you, often by playing music at the worst time. Today you've had enough. author! roommate! Loki

Warnings: minors dni, smut, hair pulling, oral sex both male and female receiving, vaginal sex, desk sex, dom/sub vibes, color system (no usage of yellow or red), creampie (wrap it before you tap it if you're not on birth control), light spanking, biting (?)

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A/N: Hi, hope you're having a lovely day/night xx

word count: 5324

You had liked classical music, initially, you really had. Until you heard it blasting from your roommate's room at all times but the daytime. It was driving you insane.

You had also come to the conclusion that Loki, who was quite wealthy either way, through his work as a coveted author or through his family name, adopted or not, had only looked for a roommate because he had been bored. Loki had clearly just been in need of someone to torture with his mere presence, his bank account being able to cover your rent on tight months multiple times while only asking for 1/3 of the rent for your maybe not so humble abode in the first place. But the deal was too good to turn down or move out. Plus, when Loki didn't open his mouth, he was exceptionally nice to look at.

Your eyes snapped up as you sat in the kitchen, a perfect view to the entrances to both of your rooms.

Speak of the devil.

"Oh wow, would you look at that? The night owl graces me with his presence during the day time, what a marvel to look at," you snickered and the raven haired man with luscious locks gave you a passing glance, raising his eyebrows as he moved from the door leading to his room to the cabinets and the fridge, beginning to fix himself a bowl of Froot Loops in your shared kitchen.

"Would you mind making me a coffee, dear?" he asked quietly, not even turning to face you.

You raised an eyebrow at the plane expanse of his back, covered like always by an expensive dress shirt that matched his slacks. "Would you mind letting me sleep tonight?" you retaliated.

His mouth quickly drew into a smirk as he moved to sit down at the table and replied, "thanks for asking, yes I would mind. But if you make me your lovely coffee, it can be up to you how I shall keep you awake."

His hand looked so delicate and pretty when he held the spoon, you nearly forgot he'd been taunting you. You shook your head at him, masking the slight shiver that rolled down your body at his empty threats with getting up from your chair.

You moved over to the coffee maker reluctantly, the coffee maker he had purchased only after you had moved in telling him about your side job as a barista while you were finishing your masters degree. You had never once seen him use the machine himself and you'd honestly be surprised if he even knew which button he had to push.

You turned on the machine, knowing that despite his teasing, he would work with (around) your set condition, probably playing his music way too loud the following morning instead of at night. He claimed it helped him with his creative process but you were sure he only did it to spite you. What joy he had found in annoying you to the point of anger was beyond you.

You took a mug, the pink flowery one that read "asshole" in pretty, cursive lettering that you'd gotten him for his last birthday, from the shelf and gathered the various ingredients from the fridge to pour into the mug.

Unlike what one might assume from Loki's, well, everything, from his mostly business attire closet to his slightly concerning blade collection, he liked his coffee not black, but actually quite sugary.

Caramel syrup collected on the bottom of the mug before you put in the coffee pod and started the procedure. Loki always complained that he could never get coffee anywhere quite like you made it and you were not about to give your secrets away. You quite enjoyed annoying the man named so fittingly after the trickster god back every now and then.

He gave you a grateful nod once you slid the mug across the table towards him, an actual 'thank you' wasn't quite his style.

And then his eyes raised up to meet your face for the first time. Well, for a second at least, because he was quickly busying himself with letting his eyes wander over your entire figure clad in your sleep shirt and sleep shorts still, but according to Loki's interested reaction, that didn't matter all that much. And you tried to ignore how it made your skin prickle.

"How's your writing going?" you broke the silence and effectively stopped Loki from continuing to check you out, his eyes snapping back to yours.

"Coming along swimmingly," he replied with a proud smile, always happy to talk about his work, "I shall be done with the first draft by next month."

"That's good to hear," you said, turning around to fix yourself your favorite beverage and breakfast, too, before you quipped, "then maybe I'll finally have some peace around here."

Loki chuckled delightedly, "with me?" he leaned forward over the table on his elbows, his green eyes sparkling and you leaned forward, too. You weren't intimidated by his antics in the least, you'd already put up with probably too much from him to be surprised or afraid.

A finger tapped on your chin before he grasped it in between two of his fingers, his eyes suspiciously looking down at your mouth. Loki's voice was smooth as his eyes shot back up to yours with a smirk and he told you, "with me, my pet, you'll never find peace again."

He let go of you then, and you shook your head and licked your lips suggestively. "I am counting on it," you said.

Loki was scanning your face as if he had already anticipated that reply and he decided to wink at you and give you a very obvious once over before he scooped up the last bit of his cereal and took his mug, saying, "unfortunately, my work is calling me, my sweet."

You thought that it was absolutely infuriating to live with him, because the moment he closed his door behind him, he forced you to listen to "Reverie" on a volume that simply was not made for a nice and quiet Saturday morning. Unfortunately, though, his teasing was also absolutely enticing and riveting. There was nothing quite like your roommate, you were sure of that.

You knocked on his door, twice, with no reply. Chances were he couldn't hear you anyway and you sighed.

You opened the door to his room. You had almost never been in this room before, you'd usually not even see it from afar. It had always been a sort of silent agreement that neither one of you snooped through the other's belongings or came into the other's room unasked, but you tended to be a lot more liberal about leaving your door open than him.

It looked comfortable. The nice emerald green on his walls contrasted his dark furniture, the coffee mug placed on the nightstand one desk chair roll away from him, and far more plants than you'd ever imagined Loki willing to take care of were sprawled across his room. His desk, the most prominent feature besides his bed, was pretty accessible and right in front of you now, only connecting to the pretty walls by the shorter right side, the light from the window illuminating him.

His eyes met yours in surprise as he looked up from his laptop at you.

Yes, you'd noticed that you seemed to be the only person who could ever surprise Loki Laufeyson.

"Hello, pet, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked smugly.

"Obviously," you yelled over the loud music. "Could you please keep the music down? I thought we'd had a moment in the kitchen?" you pointed back to the kitchen before you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Oh, we had a wonderful time in the kitchen, my darling," he grinned and turned down the volume to a low hum, "and if you really want the music gone I could think of a couple of things you could do about it."

You rolled your eyes at his implication, even if it wasn't something you'd be opposed to if he had been serious. He looked like a literal good, the first couple buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, and you could only imagine he fucked like one, too.

"You're disgusting," you replied.

"Oh, don't be like that," Loki teased, closing his laptop and putting it away. He walked around the desk to stand in front of you, your back turned to his desk, "you love every second of my teasing."

You looked at him impatiently, knowing fully well that he had another snake up his sleeve.

You were proven right when he leaned in closer, crowding you in, his green eyes set on your lips as he proceeded to say, "and I bet you'd love another kind of my teasing even more." He gave you a taunting look, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked down at you waiting for your response.

"Loki, you're never going to take me to bed," you laughed, although your voice wavered slightly at the image his words had conjured up in your mind.

"It doesn't have to be a bed, darling," he smirked, "I could think of at least ten more exciting ideas than a bed in this very apartment."

"And I'm sure you've imagined every single one of them," you said leaning back against his desk and letting your eyes wander across his frame.

"You know me so well," he smirked.

You raised an eyebrow, "well, then I'll leave you to it so you can imagine it while jerking off. I'm sure our conversation," you gave him a heated look, "has been very stimulating for you." You went to stand but Loki put his hands down on his desk on either side of your body caging you in.

"Oh, I'm sure I'm not the only one who is aroused by our conversations," he said leaning in slightly, making you aware that even with his body angled down to meet your eyes better, he was still taller than you. And his smell was way too enticing for your own good. Loki licked his lips to form his next words and you nearly forgot how to breathe, "You'd be the most gorgeous creature on the planet, kneeling for me."

One of his hands left the desk to give you an out if he was making you uncomfortable or did something you didn't want to be part of. Somehow, somewhere you did want to be part of this, though. Very much so. You were strung high with his proximity, the smell of bourbon and cinnamon, and the knowledge that Loki was probably the least predictable person to be in this position with, left you wanting to see what he would do next.

Loki continued talking, "your pretty eyes would look so beautiful watering with tears as you -" he said, trying to find your breaking point, how far you'd let him go.

Your eyes sparkled with a sudden idea and Loki was actually taken aback.

Your lip slowly drew up into a smirk.

"Oh no, what are you thinking of, you little devil?" he asked, sounding more intrigued than scared despite how his pretty eyes seemed to gape at you.

You laughed as your eyes wandered over his broad chest and further down, the same way Loki's always did when he decided to be annoying. Then you put your hands on his chest and you could hear him swallow as you smirked suggestively at him, making your ego swell.

And then you pushed him back making yourself some space. You let yourself fall to your knees in front of him. You were still kind of messing with him, but the moment you looked up at him you weren't so opposed to follow his instructions for real. He looked absolutely beautiful, shocked and turned on as he was.

"You mean like this?" you asked innocently, giving him your best doe eyes.

Loki didn't respond, his hands balling into fists next to him, presumably in order to not take things to far with your 'joke'. He just looked down at you, trying to burn the image of you on your knees for him into his brain.

"You can say stop at any time and I'll back off immediately, honey," you said quietly and looked him in the eyes, noticing how they glazed over as he tried to restrain himself and swallowed hard. But you weren't really joking anymore. He looked absolutely ethereal like this and hadn't even done anything yet; what would he be like if he gave in?

Your hands moved to his body, spreading out on his lower abs and really slowly, your fingers grazed the waistband of his pants, and you took note of the bulge forming in his slacks in front of you. You reached for the belt buckle, making sure to keep eye contact and realization dawned on him; this was no longer a test of who would back out first, this was an actual offer.

"If you're doing what I think you are doing, you have absolutely free reign." His voice was laced with something darker than you were used to from him and you didn't give yourself any more time to ponder. The two of you had been dancing around each other for forever. It was time.

Slowly, you guided his belt out of its loops and unzipped his pants. Loki swallowed. This was actually happening, neither one of you seemed to plan on backing out. He moaned a lot louder than you had expected when you reached inside of his boxers and gently pulled out his velvety smooth cock from his pants.

You smiled up at him innocently, "take off your shirt for me, Loki. I want to see you."

He followed suit almost hastily. Loki looked gorgeous, his smooth alabaster skin gleaming in the daylight as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. You gave him a cheeky wink before setting your eyes back on what was in front of you. Knowing Loki and how cocky (pun intended) he was, his above average thick and veiny cock didn't surprise you.

"Your hot," you whispered to yourself as your thumb swiped over the head of his cock to collect the precum seeping from him and you heard Loki chuckle softly above you.

Your eyes met his hot gaze as you wet your lips and wrapped your mouth softly around the head of his cock. He moaned loudly in the back of his throat, throwing his head back, spurring you on to take in as much of his cock in one go as you could. Even when you almost choked, feeling him at the back of your throat, you kept going, fueled by the sinful sounds that fell so freely from Loki's mouth. You didn't know why you hadn't guessed that he was going to be a screamer.

You had bobbed your head only a couple of times, laying your tongue flat against the veiny underside of his dick, but before you could get into a good rhythm, he had placed his hands on your jaw and gently pulled you off.

"Turn around and put your elbows on the desk for me," Loki ordered softly.

You licked your lips in anticipation, the taste of him still on your tongue, and you followed suit. You could hear him walking around you to examine your work, not yet touching you but kicking your legs farther apart to correct your stance to his liking, making you bend over more.

Stepping around his desk to face you, laying his hand on your chin to angle it up, he looked into your eyes asking in a soft voice, "do you have a safe word, pet?"

You licked your lips, excitement spreading through your body at his words. "Green, yellow, red's okay?" you asked as hurriedly as possible, voice shaky in anticipation. You wanted him to touch you so bad.

When you met his with mischief glittering green eyes, he nodded and leaned down to kiss you for the first time. He stole your breath away. Loki took his time with the kiss despite the intensity of the situation, his thumb stroked over your cheek as his lips moved slowly and hotly against yours.

When your lips finally parted, swollen by the movement, the tiniest of smiles played on Loki's mouth as his thumb brushed slowly over your lower lip.

Quickly, you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your upper body completely bare to his gaze, which Loki wasted no time to take full advantage of. His eyes wandered across every single centimeter and you leaned back onto your elbows on the desk in front of you feeling goosebumps spread across your body.

Then, Loki moved back around the desk, halting behind you and although you looked at him over your shoulder, you could see that his undivided attention was granted to your body, not your face. His gaze was almost burning into your skin as his eyes wandered from the nape of your neck over your smooth back and down to your bare legs.

He quickly tugged off your shorts, highlighting this action by trailing wet kisses from your lower back all the way up to your shoulder before placing another kiss on your lips. This kiss was a lot less innocent and probing, his tongue grazing yours.

As Loki parted from your lips, though, one of his hands slowly wandered up, his fingers delicately making their way up to your hip joint still covered by your panties.

You wanted him to touch you for real so badly.

You whined quietly when his thumb lightly swiped over your covered sex, laying your head on your arms and arching your back in anticipation.

You could hear him chuckle quietly and he practically ripped off your panties. Loki spread your legs apart gently and looked at you for a second commenting, "I've barely touched you, darling, and you are positively dripping for me," his voice was low, his grin evident in it.

And then he finally touched you where you wanted him most, his fingers swiping through the cool wetness of your folds, lubricating them before swirling them over your clit in deliciously slow but hard circles.

"Loki," you drawled in frustration trying to lean back up but the tall man wouldn't let you, his arm pushing your body back down onto the table harshly.

"What do you want, pet?" he asked, slowly, too slowly pushing his index finger into your entrance, rendering you speechless at the feeling.

Loki pulled his hand away from your pussy, bringing his finger up to your lips and you opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around it obediently. You couldn't believe how turned on you got from tasting yourself on Loki's finger but the way his eyes were completely taken over by lust, his mouth agape, definitely contributed.

And then his hand harshly came down on your ass cheek, quickly followed by Loki asking for your color.

"Green," you managed to reply as you felt yourself getting even wetter at being handled so roughly by this man.

"Good girl," he rasped before letting his hand come down again, making you moan embarassingly loudly at the impact. Loki massaged your sore cheek leaning forward to ask you again, "What do you want, pet? I want you do give me a verbal answer at all times or I will have to punish you."

"I want you inside me, Loki, please," you whimpered.

"How do you want me, dove?" he cooed.

"Whatever you'll give me I'll take," you croaked, "want to be good for you."

"Good girl," he said again and you pushed yourself further towards him. Maybe he could even make you cum with his words alone. You tried to even out your breathing, his light touches on your hot skin feeling like electricity.

Loki leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your pussy before delvin his tongue into your core and you keened at the feeling.

You taste so sweet, darling," he gasped against your core and you could feel him kneeling down behind you to gain a better angle. His mouth connected with you again and you had to grip the desk hard to try to keep your knees from buckling beneath you as you heard the absurd noise from Loki smothering himself in your heat, burying two fingers inside you.

His teeth teased your clit as his fingers moved against your walls looking for your g-spot. Once he had found the spongy texture, he thrust his finger into you at the right angle over and over again with fervor making you shake. Your body felt so so hot.

You were moaning trying not to writhe around to much, as you felt your release creeping up on you.

That was when Loki had the audacity to stop and you protested loudly. He punished you by smacking your ass cheek again and you bit your lip harshly at the welcome impact.

"Sorry, dove, but the first time you cum at my hands, I want my cock rammed deep inside of you, no protest."

"Please Loki," you gasped and when he took his fingers out of you, you whimpered feeling empty.

"Do you want me to fuck you, pet?" He rasped into your ear. You could feel the bare skin of his toned and sweaty stomach on your back as he leaned over you, wedging his hardness in between your folds in the process.

You nodded frantically.

Loki's hand came down on your ass cheek again, the sting making the fire inside you light up, and the slight jump forward you made ramming your hips slightly painfully into the edge of the wooden desk created friction between Loki's cock and your pussy that you were so desperate for.

"I want you to respond verbally, at all times," he told you sternly, "is that clear, darling?"

"Yes, Loki," you replied breathlessly, your voice strained when you decided it would be smart to answer his previous question of your own volition, "please fuck me."

Loki dropped a peck onto the crown of your head, rutting his cock against your clit telling you, "you're doing so good for me. So ready for my cock," he said, rubbing his thumbs over your buttocks slowly.

Then, his hands wrapped tentatively around your waist as he straightened his back back up.

There was soemthing so wonderfully enticing about him touching you like this, in his sacred space that no one, no brother, no friend, no one night stand was allowed to enter.

Loki teased you with the head of his cock, swiping it against your entrance, warm and lubricated by the mix of both of your fluids, and you breathed out a loud "fuck," when he finally entered and stretched you out as deliciously as you'd always hoped he would.

"You feel absolutely divine, darling," Loki snarled and he leaned down to press kisses to your shoulder to soothe the slight ache as he bottomed out and kept still inside you let you get accustomed to his size, leaving marks in his wake, no doubt.

"Please, Loki," you panted.

He followed suit, digging his dull nails slightly into the skin of your waist and he shallowly began to thrust into you.

"Now that is like music to my ears," he commented when you began to cry out in delight and frustration at the too shallow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.

"Better than your loud music?" you managed to gasp in between his harsher growing movement.

"Eons better, darling," he huffed, "if I could hear you moan for me while I work, I might consider never turning my music on again, it pales in uncountable incriments in comparison."

One of his hands moved to gather your hair at the nape of your neck and Loki leaned down, stilling inside you to let his teeth lightly drag across the skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps.

"Please just fuck me, Loki," you maned and tried to rock your hips back against him to pick up the pace but he had the iron grip of his left hand set around your waist.

"Beg me again," he whispered, "and I might comply."

You could feel his lips move against your hot skin, his cold breath making your skin tingle.

"Please, please, please, Loki. Please fuck me," you chanted and gripped the wooden desk tighter in anticipation of the fulfillment of your wishes.

"You are so beautiful when you beg for me," he said, letting his sculpted chest mold to your back once more before beginning to snap his hips against yours in just the right way.

"Loki," you yelled out his name upon which he let his teeth wander over your skin that he had already littered pretty marks across.

"My darling," he moaned and wound his hand into your hair more, beginning to lightly tug on it, "what is your color?" he asked while you could already feel the prickly heat in your face from the pleasurable pain.

Fuck, green," you managed to grit out between your teeth, panting, "harder," and Loki complied, yanking your hair slightly harder. He drove into you with renewed force accompanied by the sweet sounds he made that you'd play in your head over and over again forever if this was the only time you'd ever be able to hear them. You could already feel the bliss of release coming on.

And then he stopped. He pulled out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt the emptiness.

"What -" you began to ask slightly angry, but Loki made quick work of you, yanking you back by your hair to stand with a hiss, and turning you around making you lean against the desk. He hiked up your legs up to make room for him to stand in between so that you could look into his eyes now.

Loki took a moment to just look at you, his weeping cock resting against your pelvis, and you pushed one of your hands through his silky raven hair gently, to push it out of his face as his beautiful green eyes scanned your body with an unreadable look.

His eyes met yours again and his lips drew up in a mischievous smirk as he placed his hands on your hips and helped you up to sit on his desk, your hands wandering to his ass in an effort to get him to move back inside you, but Loki simply chuckled in amusement at your meek attempt to take over control.

His laugh was replaced by a surprised gasp as you dug your nails into his plump ass in retaliation and you'd never forget the way his face distorted in sudden pleasure. Apparently, you weren't the only sucker for pain in this room.

Loki drove back into you quickly, closing his eyes at the feeling of you around him as if it was heaven on earth. The depths he reached felt nearly impossible making your back arch and you leaned back to grip behind you for the edge of the desk.

His hips stilled again, much to your frustration, once he was fully sheathed inside you and he opened his eyes to search yours in a moment of silence, for what, you were unsure. What you knew, though, was that Loki was positively delighted to be torturing you in this way.

"You are about the prettiest creature I have ever seen, my pet," he said before he leaned down and his mouth latched onto your nipple.

He trailed his lips across your collarbone, leaving more pretty bruises in his wake and it was the hottest thing, marking you as his.

"Loki, please move, for fuck's sake," you moaned rolling your hips against his as much as you could while he was still holding onto your hips like that. "I hate you," you added and he chuckled at your impatience before picking up the pace again, hitting your sweet spot just right.

He went slower than before, but making sure he fucked you hard, leaning down to let his mouth wander to any place he could reach, his fingers delving down to play with your clit.

Your back arched when he lightly bit down on your nipple.

"Oh, I positively adore these, love," he purrs against your hardened nipple before biting down again and switching to your other breast to do the same, making you feel absolute ecstasy, "just as much as the delicious sounds you are making, darling."

He peppered kisses along your heated skin while driving into your clenching pussy harder and faster making your walls flutter around his thick length.

You were moaning for him loudly, you were so close, your hips stuttering as you tried to reciprocate the snapping of his hips.

Loki's mouth wandered back up to where your shoulder and neck connected. He swiped his tongue across it twice before he bit down on your neck, hard enough to draw blood probably, and your vision exploded as you came apart underneath him.

You were heaving as you came down, your lover not letting up from his relentless pace for even a second, you'd asked for it in the first place, and as his mouth wandered back up to yours to capture your lips in a lewd kiss, you felt that familiar feeling rising back up in your belly already.

"I knew you were going to like pain, darling," he whispered against your lips with a smirk, "I'm going to have so much fun with you, my little whore. You are mine, aren't you?" he mumbled as his thrusts became more erratic.

"Yes, Loki, I'm all yours," you moaned, his fingers pinching your clit before soothingly rubbing it in rough circles again, the sounds of your sweaty bodies rocking against each other driving you closer to your second orgasm.

"That's right, you're all mine, my pet," Loki grunted, pistoning into you.

"Where do you want it, pet?" he grunted.

"I'm on birth control," you panted, "please cum inside me, Loki."

He smirked at you, mumbling, "not before you cum again for me, darling," before putting his mouth back against the sweet spot on your neck, his tongue sliding over it.

When his teeth grazed the soft skin of your pulse point he filled you up just right, hitting your sensitive walls and you saw stars, crying out his name so loud your voice cracked as you clenched down uncontrollably on his large cock.

You sighed when you could finally feel Loki spill his hot release deep inside of you screaming out your name. His hips came to a halt and your eyes met again. Some of his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead and you reached a hand up to swipe it away to see his pretty face. He'd always been so beautiful but he'd never looked as attractive as he did in that moment.

And then, the world stilled around you as he leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle, kiss, as he caught his breath. You winced slightly as he pulled out of you, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

"Didn't think you'd be that possessive," you smirked.

A beat passed as he contemplated his next words. "Honestly, I've never been like this," he panted and took a step back, his eyes scanning your face.

And then he picked up his clothes from the floor and he was gone, leaving you alone in his room.

You'd known this would probably be a one time thing, even as he alluded to a future in his lust-frenzied dialogue, but this was kind of cold, even for Loki.

thanks for reading and have a great rest of your day/night xx

#Loki x reader #Loki x yn #Loki x you #marvel x reader #Loki fanfic #Loki smut #smut #roommate au #author!loki #roommate!loki #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #loki

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andjusticeforgordo · 2 years ago

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OOOO OOO, thank you for the tag!! ALSO, DIDN'T KNOW THAT VANILLA FLAVORED CHEERIOS WERE A THING, may want to try them one day

1. 3 ships

Kirk and Lars - Metallica. I do really have to say why? I don't really ship them romantically (anymore), but they are a very fun pairing!

2. Dave Mustaine and David Ellefson - Megadeth. Again, not romantically, but they are just so shippable that it drives me CRAZY.

3. Jason and James - Metallica. This ship is also non romantic, and is based off of funny videos I've seen of the two, and yeah, another fun pairing!

2. First ship

Ok, so no one probably knows this about me, but I used to be OBSESSED with the orcas at SeaWorld, and I would ship the whales. Don't exactly remember which ones they were, but that was definitely my first time shipping anything, haha

3. Last song

Pet Sematery by The Ramones! Great song!

4. Last movie

Also La Revolution Francais! Currently on the part where the revolutionary's are celebrating the storming of the Bastille, and Launay's head is looking beautiful on a pike!!

5. Currently reading

Random fanfic that I forgot the name of, ripp

6. Currently watching

The movie mentioned above!

7. Currently consuming

Fig bars

8. Currently craving

Literally so many things, but just to name a few; sushi, ground beef tacos, froot loops (yep, that's how it's spelt, I just realized that, lmao), salad, and GOLDFISH

I am leaving this an open tag!

Thanks for tagging me @worshipjeffery !!

1. 3 ships: ok uhhh spirk - star trek (I still think the ship name should be spirk), kiribaku - mha (I know, mha fan, so cringe, whatever), and I believe that as @ghostlylurker 's esteemed beta reader I am required to say agrestone - miraculous

2. First ship: I'm not completely sure but it was probably fucking phinabella.

3. Last song: dragonfly - universal hall pass

4. Last movie: cocaine bear <3 (no movie will ever beat the ambulance scene)

5. Currently reading: like 75 different fanfics idk leave me alone

6. Currently watching: mostly rewatching star trek lower decks w my dad

7. Currently consuming: in n out grilled cheese

8. Currently craving: ur mom

@thecoolerantistraight joe you're like the only other person I interact with on this app you have to shoulder the burden of being my only tag thanks love ya

#tag games

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ao3writers-pls-love-me · 3 years ago

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let's be real, we all wanted to talk about Nico's old people habits but didn't. so imma take the bullet.

Nico di Angelo headcanons that i often think about whenever i watch my grandma yells at my dad

if he had a camera, he would take a whole picture book about anything or anyone except himself

he would leave voice mails and check for letters, in a goddamn summer camp

he would carry candies around for people, mostly for young campers or Will

the good thing about that is he has different kinds and the bad thing about that is they are all from the '90s

like Will would ask him for minty candies and Nico would look at him, annoyed but concerned, saying who tf eat minty candies these days, such psychopaths, and give him some Mambas or Runts, receiving a more horrified and concerned look from Will

he would wear slippers in his cabin

he would find joy in playing bingos and crosswords

he takes naps every time he can

he would reminisce about the past or childhood or literally just, ten minutes ago

"ah...Oreo O's. i used to eat them raw back in the days. you know, whenever Bianca and ma—", "they are just...emo Froot Loops that prefer to be in a closet or something, ironic"

he would look at Will's iphone for the first time and slowly, oddly ask if that's a calculator and can he borrow it for a minute

the same thing happened to Will's laptop or any kind of technology except for TVs

he would call it television tho

"i slept like a baby last night"

"you go ahead, im just going to sit for a minute"

he would cook and make Will eat a whole festival

he would have a fountain pen and an ink jar

he would write in cursive and it's so beautiful, everyone asked Nico to write their names or some cringe ass quotes or puns (which he politely declined) in which he traded for changes and coins

he would write love letters in Italian and give them to Will, but no translations

he would keep a wall calendar for decoration

he would cut out some interesting newspaper stories and keep them in his notebook

fricking votes

he would scold Will for not folding his blanket when he himself sleep with lots of pillows and use them for blankets

pajamas

"do you know? in trends these da—", "trends? wh—what is that? are you swearing?"

unexpectedly, he would love football lives

he would scare people by simply telling them his daily life stories

"omg this kid is so old, he just like my grandpa i cant kill him"

Will accidentally made an old people joke to Nico and instantly regretted it

"g—grandma is that you...?"

he would knit a very nice and warm scarf for Will ("there, it looks great on you! what? it's not? hmp, it's beautiful, Will, what do you mean? you look so soft and cute. you could even wear them to sleep. in exchange for your unfolded blankets")

"WHAT?"

"dear me, Will, you look like a pickle", "im sorry a what?"

#nico be carrying slipper around #i use my grandma as reference #and i love her #nico acts like my grandma #make that a tag ao3 #is this offensive?#nico as a boomer #now why would i do that #solangelo #solangelo headcanon #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #nico di angelo headcanon #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

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crockettmarcel · 2 years ago

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candle | final girl!au

wc: 316

prompt: seven sentence fic july, day thirteen, candle

warnings: implied murder, grief

Sarah wakes up late on Halloween, and it takes everything in her to even get out of bed and pull on a new pair of pyjamas. If she could, she’d spend the whole day asleep, hiding from the world under the safety of her covers, but she has things she needs to do, things that can’t be done on any other day, so once she’s dressed, she pours herself a bowl of Froot Loops (her favourite when things are bad), then makes a start on her to-do list.

Her apartment desperately needs cleaning, and she’s pretty sure she hasn’t changed her bedding for at least a month, a fact that would have her mother yelling down the phone at her if she knew, so for now, those are her two priorities. Grocery shopping can wait.

She stops briefly for lunch, which she enjoys in her freshly-cleaned kitchen, then again to order herself a pizza a little after eight o’clock, and while she’s waiting for it to arrive, she dims the lights and sets out nine candles on her coffee table.

This has been her tradition for the last decade, her way of honouring and remembering the friends she lost, and with each candle she lights, she recites a name and a date, starting with Isla, the first one to be taken, before anyone knew what was happening, and finishing off with Heather, who died exactly ten years ago trying to protect Sarah.

When all the candles are lit, she sits and watches the flames dance, drawn back to the first of many vigils she attended in too short a time, and it’s only when her phone starts ringing in her back pocket (probably the pizza place telling her that her food will be late) that she remembers where she is and shifts her attention back to the present day.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Bethany. Missing your friends tonight?”

#chicago med #sevensentenceficjuly #sarah reese #final girl!au #writing

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rockislandadultreads · 3 years ago

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Black Love: YA Picks for Adults: Valentine’s Day Recs

Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds

When Jack and Kate meet at a party, bonding until sunrise over their mutual love of Froot Loops and their favorite flicks, Jack knows he’s falling—hard. Soon she’s meeting his best friends, Jillian and Franny, and Kate wins them over as easily as she did Jack. But then Kate dies. And their story should end there. Yet Kate’s death sends Jack back to the beginning, the moment they first meet, and Kate’s there again. Healthy, happy, and charming as ever. Jack isn’t sure if he’s losing his mind. Still, if he has a chance to prevent Kate’s death, he’ll take it. Even if that means believing in time travel. However, Jack will learn that his actions are not without consequences. And when one choice turns deadly for someone else close to him, he has to figure out what he’s willing to do to save the people he loves.

Instructions for Dancing by Nicola Yoon

In this romantic page-turner from the author of Everything, Everything and The Sun is Also a Star, Evie has the power to see other people's romantic fates--what will happen when she finally sees her own? Evie Thomas doesn't believe in love anymore. Especially after the strangest thing occurs one otherwise ordinary afternoon: She witnesses a couple kiss and is overcome with a vision of how their romance began . . . and how it will end. After all, even the greatest love stories end with a broken heart, eventually. As Evie tries to understand why this is happening, she finds herself at La Brea Dance Studio, learning to waltz, fox-trot, and tango with a boy named X. X is everything that Evie is not: adventurous, passionate, daring. His philosophy is to say yes to everything--including entering a ballroom dance competition with a girl he's only just met. Falling for X is definitely not what Evie had in mind. If her visions of heartbreak have taught her anything, it's that no one escapes love unscathed. But as she and X dance around and toward each other, Evie is forced to question all she thought she knew about life and love. In the end, is love worth the risk?

Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry by Joya Goffney

Quinn keeps lists of everything—from the days she’s ugly cried, to “Things That I Would Never Admit Out Loud,” to all the boys she’d like to kiss. Her lists keep her sane. By writing her fears on paper, she never has to face them in real life. That is, until her journal goes missing… An anonymous account posts one of her lists on Instagram for the whole school to see and blackmails her into facing seven of her greatest fears, or else her entire journal will go public. Quinn doesn’t know who to trust. Desperate, she teams up with Carter Bennett—the last known person to have her journal—in a race against time to track down the blackmailer. Together, they journey through everything Quinn’s been too afraid to face, and along the way, Quinn finds the courage to be honest, to live in the moment, and to fall in love.

The Meet-Cute Project by Rhiannon Richardson

A teen girl who will do whatever it takes to find a date for her sister’s wedding. Mia’s friends love rom-coms. Mia hates them. They're silly, contrived, and not at all realistic. Besides, there are more important things to worry about—like how to handle living with her bridezilla sister, Sam, who’s never appreciated Mia, and surviving junior year juggling every school club offered and acing all of her classes. So when Mia is tasked with finding a date to her sister’s wedding, her options are practically nonexistent. Mia’s friends, however, have an idea. It’s a little crazy, a little out there, and a lot inspired by the movies they love that Mia begrudgingly watches too. Mia just needs a meet-cute.

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Tis The Damn Season - Single Dad!Charlie x Owen

THIS IS PART 8 OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES, YOU CAN FIND THE OTHER PARTS HERE

Request: none

Word Count: 3897 words

Summary: Part 8 of Single Dad!Charlie, Owen spends Christmas and New Year with Charlie and Margaux

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, implied sexual content pretty sure everyone knows at this point but this does include romantic chowen, remember this is fictional, if you dont like that just dont read :)

A/N: i was hesitant to write this since its literally march but @happinessinthedarkesttimes told me i should do it when i asked her so here it is lol things are getting a little more steamy... sorry for any typos im once again editing this half asleep lol anyways hope you enjoy!

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December 23rd - 9pm

“Papa!” Margaux exclaimed, running over to Owen as he exited the plane. “You’re back!”

“I am.” Owen grinned, scooping up the four year old to give her a hug. “Isn’t it past your bed time missy?”

“Daddy let me stay awake to see you!” Margaux told him, and Owen smiled at the mention of Charlie.

“I’m glad. Where is Daddy?” He asked. Margaux pointed and Charlie waved from his spot on a chair.

“Over there.” She said, and Owen grabbed his bag that he had dropped in his haste to grab Margaux before heading over to Charlie.

“Hey handsome.” Charlie grinned. Owen blushed slightly.

“Hi.” He replied. “Missed you.”

“Missed you more. Ready to go home and have a good sleep?” Charlie questioned and Owen nodded, visibly relaxing at the mention of sleep.

“I really am.” He agreed. Charlie smiled, taking Owen’s bag.

“Great. Let’s get out of here.”

Margaux fell asleep in the car on the way home, so once they arrived Charlie took her straight to bed. He pulled her door closed, leaving just enough of a gap to let the hallway light creep into the room, before heading down the hallway to where Owen was stood in the living room. Charlie glanced up, grinning when he noticed that Owen had fallen right into his trap.

“What are you smiling about?” Owen questioned. Charlie smiled.

“Look up.” He said, and Owen obeyed, Charlie walking closer as he did.

“Mistletoe? Really?” Owen raised an eyebrow and Charlie shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Figured it would be my only chance to kiss you.”

Owen rolled his eyes, leaning in and kissing Charlie on the cheek.

“Happy?” He asked.

Charlie pouted, grabbing Owen’s shirt and dragging him in, connecting their lips in a forceful kiss. Owen’s back hit the wall, his hands finding a place on Charlie’s waist. Charlie bit at Owen’s lip and Owen groaned, allowing Charlie to slip his tongue into Owen’s mouth.

Owen pulled away, panting, and pressed his forehead to Charlie’s.

“Is Maggie fully asleep?” He murmured against Charlie’s lips. Charlie nodded.

“Yes.” He replied. Owen grinned.

“Good.”

And with that he grabbed Charlie’s shirt, dragging him to the bedroom.

December 24 - Christmas Eve

Charlie woke the next morning, still naked and tangled up in Owen’s arms. He opened his eyes to find Owen already awake, playing on his phone.

“You’re awake.” Owen said, placing his phone down. Charlie hummed in response. Owen bit his lip.

“So last night was...” He trailed off.

“Yep...” Charlie replied simply. Owen hesitated.

“I don’t usually hook up with people I’m not dating.” He admitted.

“Well at least you can’t get pregnant.” Charlie joked.

“Hmm.” Owen replied, clearly not amused by Charlie’s joke. Charlie frowned.

“O?” He spoke.

“Yeah?” Owen replied.

“Do you regret it?” Charlie asked. Owen sighed.

“I don’t know Char. Remember what I said in Hawaii? I’m just not sure if I’m ready to do... this.” He said. Charlie’s heart sunk.

“But sex is okay?” He questioned, somewhat bitterly. As much as he loved Owen he wasn’t about to enter into some friends with benefits situation.

“It was a one time thing.” Owen mumbled.

“Oh...” Charlie’s voice was small, and for a moment he considered wriggling out of Owen’s grip.

“Please don’t shut me out like in Norman.” Owen begged. Charlie hesitated.

“I won’t. I just don’t fully understand.” He said.

“Charlie...” Owen sighed. “Look, I don’t know about you-“

“But I’m feeling 22.” Charlie interrupted. Owen bit back a smile.

“No, you dork. I’m trying to be serious here.” He said, and Charlie moved so that he could see Owen’s face.

“I’m listening.” He assured Owen. Owen took a breath.

“Look, I’m not out to anyone. I have no clue what I am, and before I met you I’d never even considered being with a guy. But I met you and everything changed. I guess technically you were my sexual awakening.” He explained. Charlie traced a pattern on Owen’s arm.

“You don’t need to have a label, I don’t. Just love who you want to love.” He said, and Owen sighed.

“I just need a bit more time to figure this out.” He spoke after a short pause.

“And you can have it. But can I at least get one last kiss? And promise me we won’t stop snuggling.” Charlie put on his best puppy eyes and he could see Owen caving.

“We could never stop snuggling.” Owen said. “And as for the kiss...”

He lent in, pressing a gentle kiss to Charlie’s lips, pulling away with a grin when Charlie tried to deepen the kiss.

“There.” Owen grinned and Charlie groaned.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He muttered.

“Oh I have a bit of an idea.” Owen smirked, his gaze drifting downwards towards Charlie’s naked bottom half. Charlie blushed slightly, swatting at Owen’s chest.

“Shut up, you know that you can’t control morning wood.” He defended, slightly embarrassed that Owen could feel that he was hard.

“I know.” Owen grinned cheekily. “You should probably fix that though. I’ll go wake up Maggie.”

He climbed out of Charlie’s bed, still naked from the night before, and made a big show of finding his boxers, knowing that Charlie was watching his every move. He found them and pulled them on, grabbing a pair of Charlie’s sweatpants and putting them on too before turning to look at Charlie.

“Have fun.” He winked, before leaving the room, and Charlie in it. Charlie let his head flop down onto the pillow with a sigh, and not for the first time considered the fact that Owen was literally going to be the death of him.

Charlie entered the kitchen a little bit later and ignored the look Owen gave him, instead heading over to Margaux and wrapping his arms around her.

“Good morning baby, happy Christmas Eve.” He greeted. Margaux grinned, her mouth full of froot loops.

“Daddy! Santa comes tonight.” She exclaimed, and Charlie nodded, matching her excitement level.

“He sure does, are you excited?” He asked and Margaux nodded quickly.

“Yeah!” She squealed. Charlie ruffled her hair, turning his attention back to Owen.

“Do you have plans today O? Mags and I are gonna go to the Mall to get a photo with Santa.” He questioned. Owen nodded.

“I actually have some last minute shopping to do.” He said. Charlie smiled.

“Cool, you can come with us and go off while we do our photo then.” He suggested, and Owen nodded.

“Great.” He said.

“Daddy?” Margaux spoke up.

“Yeah baby?” Charlie glanced down at the four year old, who was looking at him in concern.

“What happened to your neck? Did you bump it while playing?” She asked innocently.

Charlie’s eyes widened, and Owen choked on his tea.

“Yeah baby, Daddy fell over.” Charlie agreed.

“Silly Daddy.” Margaux giggled.

“Yeah, silly Daddy. Why don’t you go find your Christmas scrunchie for Daddy to put your hair up?” Charlie said, trying to distract her, and it worked.

“Ooh okay!” Margaux grinned, climbing out of her chair and running to her room.

“You gave me a fucking hickey?” Charlie said once he knew Margaux was out of earshot.

“In my defence... yeah no I don’t have one.” Owen giggled. Charlie glared at him.

“Fuck you Joyner.” He muttered.

“We already did. Last night.” Owen winked, rushing out of the room before Charlie could even register his cheeky words and process what just happened.

A few hours later and Charlie and Margaux were lined up ready to get their Santa photo taken. They reached the front of the line and the photographer gave them a welcome smile.

“Okay sweetie are you ready to meet Santa?” The photographer asked and Margaux nodded.

“Yeah.” She said. The photographer smiled.

“Great, Dad are you gonna be in the photo?” She questioned.

“Yeah I am.” Charlie replied.

“Okay cool, just head on through.” She instructed, and Charlie carried Margaux in, sitting down on the allocated stool with her on his knee as they smiled for the photo. Once they had taken a few and the photographer was happy it was time to talk to the Santa.

“Ho ho ho, what’s your name little one?” He asked and Margaux smiled.

“Margaux.” She said confidently.

“And what do you want for Christmas Margaux?” Santa asked.

“A pony.” Margaux told him and Charlie grinned.

“Oh, well you know it might be a bit hard for Santa to fit a pony in his sleigh. Is there anything else?” The Santa said, trying his best to redirect the four year old and not make any promises.

“Yeah...” She glanced up at Charlie before looking back at Santa. “I want Papa to stay with me and Daddy all the time and not go away again.”

Charlie bit his lip as he made eye contact with the Santa, who shot him a slightly sympathetic look.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Santa told her softly and Margaux smiled. Charlie took that as their cue to leave, standing up quickly and saying one last goodbye to the Santa before leaving. He paid for the photo and collected the print outs, one for him and one to send back to Canada for his mum.

They left the photo area and headed through the mall to where they were meeting up with Owen.

“Daddy?” Margaux spoke up. Charlie hummed in response.

“Yeah Mags?” He asked.

“Will Papa have to go home?” Margaux questioned, her voice soft. Charlie sighed.

“Probably baby. You know Papa lives in Oklahoma, he has to go back to Bindi, remember?” He told her, and Margaux pouted.

“I wish he wouldn’t go.” She said, and Charlie nodded, spotting Owen on a bench just ahead of them.

“Me too baby, me too.” He agreed as they reached Owen who jumped up quickly.

“There you are! How was Santa, what did you ask him for?” He questioned. Charlie bit his lip.

“We’ll talk about it later.” He said, and Owen frowned but dropped it nonetheless, changing the topic to a toy that he had seen, leaving Charlie to zone out and consider how exactly he was meant to explain Margaux’s words to Owen without hurting him.

It wasn’t until later that evening that Owen brought the topic up again. He and Charlie were sitting in the living room, and Margaux was in her room, taking a late afternoon nap since she had been exhausted when they got home from the mall.

“What did she ask for?” Owen asked, and Charlie bit his lip.

“At first a pony. Luckily Santa dodged that one and said it was too big to fit in the sleigh. So he asked her what else she wanted, and she said she wanted you to stay with us and not go home.” He admitted. Owen was silent.

“Oh...” He said after a moment. Charlie nodded awkwardly.

“Yeah.” He replied. They fell silent, before Charlie spoke again.

“Owen, I promise I didn’t say anything to her. I’m not trying to guilt you into staying by brainwashing her.” He said, and Owen nodded.

“I know, don’t freak out.” He replied, grabbing Charlie’s hand and giving it a light squeeze.

“I just don’t want you to freak out.” Charlie explained.

“I get it. She’s four Charlie, she just wants her Papa around more often.” Owen sighed, and Charlie nodded.

“She’s not the only one.” He said. Owen shut his eyes.

“I know. I’m thinking about it, trust me. But it’s not an easy decision to make.” He mumbled.

“I know it’s not. Take your time. Now should we go have ourselves a nice Christmas Eve dinner?” Charlie said, deciding to change the topic as quickly as he could.

“Sounds good. I’ll get Maggie.” Owen agreed.

Charlie sighed as Owen left the room to go find the four year old. He wanted nothing more than for the blond boy to stay for as long as he could, but that was unrealistic.

He knew that all he could do was just enjoy his time with Owen while he could.

December 25 - Christmas Day

“Daddy! Papa! Wake up!”

Charlie’s eyes fluttered open as his four year old bounced on the bed, narrowly missing jumping on his and Owen’s tangled legs.

“It’s Christmas!” Margaux squealed.

“Margaux.” Owen whined. “It’s so early.”

“But Santa came.” Margaux flopped down, landing on Charlie’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, placing a soft kiss on her messy curls.

“Merry Christmas baby.” He whispered.

“Merry Christmas Daddy. Present time?” She grinned. Charlie shook his head, glancing towards Owen, who had rolled over and was attempting to go back to sleep.

“Cuddle for a bit first. Give Papa a chance to wake up.” He told her, and Margaux nodded, snuggling closer to her father.

“Okay.”

Almost an hour later and Owen was finally awake and Charlie couldn’t hold Margaux off any longer.

The three of them set up in the living room, where all of Margaux’s presents were under the large fake Christmas tree.

Charlie sat leaning against Owen as Margaux opened her presents, and once she was happily playing with a new truck that she had gotten Charlie offered Owen his presents.

“This one is from Mags.” He explained, as Owen opened the present to find a drawing that Margaux had done of the three of them, framed nicely.

“It’s beautiful. You did a great job Maggie.” Owen complimented and Margaux grinned.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed. Charlie grabbed a second present.

“This one is from me.” He handed the small box to Owen who opened it, revealing a key.

“It’s a key to this apartment. I figured even if you don’t end up moving here at least you can still come any time you want.” Charlie explained and Owen smiled.

“Thank you Char.” He said softly, and Charlie nodded. Owen reached down, grabbing the last wrapped present and handing it to Charlie. Charlie took it and opened it to find a photo book filled with photos of himself and Margaux, Owen and Margaux, memories from set and their adventures together and more.

“This is really sweet Owen.” Charlie smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Owen replied, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Charlie’s head, as Charlie rested his head on Owen’s shoulder, the both of them watching Margaux play with small smiles on their faces.

The rest of their Christmas Day passed quickly and before he knew it Charlie was tucking Margaux into bed with a kiss on the head, and leaving her room to go have a shower.

Almost an hour later he reentered the kitchen where Owen had cleaned up everything from dinner and was sitting on a chair fiddling with his phone.

“Beer?” Charlie asked and Owen’s head shot up.

“Please.” He smiled and Charlie opened the fridge, grabbing two bottles of beer and handed one to Owen before sitting down across from him.

“So, first Christmas away from home, how you feeling?” Charlie questioned. Owen shrugged.

“Honestly, pretty good. I was worried I’d be homesick but I wasn’t at all.” He said and Charlie grinned.

“That’s really good. Cleaning up after Mags all day would have been a good distraction.” He replied and Owen groaned, making Charlie laugh.

“I don’t know how you do this 24/7. You’re literally a superhero.”

“Nah, just learnt to leave the messes until after she’s finished. Much easier.”

Owen glared at him.

“You say that now, after I spent the whole day picking shit up?” He spat, but Charlie knew he wasn’t really angry.

“In my defence you’ve lived with her before. Rookie error from someone with experience.” Charlie retaliated and Owen flipped him off, the both of them crumbling into a fit of giggles.

“Daddy?” Margaux’s voice came and Charlie instantly stopped laughing, his whole focus on his daughter.

“Hey, why are you up?” He asked.

“Bad dream.” Margaux climbed into Charlie’s lap and he wrapped his arms around her, beginning to rock her slightly like he did when she was a baby.

“Wanna talk about it?” He questioned and Margaux pouted.

“I couldn’t find you.” She told him. Charlie placed a reassuring kiss on her head.

“I’m here, and I’m never gonna leave you, okay?” He whispered, and Margaux nodded.

“Yeah.” Her voice was already beginning to sound sleepy again. Charlie ran his hands through her curls, detangling a knot with his fingers.

“You wanna stay here and cuddle Daddy until you fall asleep?” He asked, moving to rub her back, and Margaux nodded, snuggling her head into Charlie’s chest.

“Love you Daddy.” She mumbled. Charlie smiled.

“I love you too baby. So much.” He replied.

They sat in silence until Charlie was sure that Margaux was asleep.

“Never get a break.” He joked quietly. Owen shook his head in awe.

“You’re literally the perfect dad, you know that right?” He complimented, and Charlie blushed slightly.

“I wouldn’t say perfect.” He mumbled, but Owen shook his head.

“You are.” He said. Charlie smiled across the table at him.

“Thanks O.” He whispered.

“I mean it.” Owen smiled.

“I appreciate it. It wasn’t exactly in the plan to become a parent at 18, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re young and stupid and don’t know how a condom works.” Charlie shrugged, and Owen gave him a small glare.

“So you made one mistake, but look at what came from it.” Charlie looked down at Margaux as Owen spoke. “The best present that you ever got.”

“Very true.” Charlie agreed. “And I’d never want to return her for the world.”

New Year’s Eve

“Do you drink champagne?” Charlie asked Owen as the three of them walked through the grocery store on New Years Eve, getting the last minute snacks and drinks for their night in. Charlie pushed a trolley with Margaux in it, and Owen walked along beside them.

“Yeah.” Owen said. Charlie smiled, stopping the trolley.

“Great, I’ll get a bottle then. Mags, what drink do you want as your special drink?” He asked the four year old, who didn’t even hesitate.

“Pink milk!” She grinned, pointing, and Owen grabbed the bottle from the fridge next to them.

“Okay, snacks.” Charlie said, crossing off ‘Margaux drink’ on his shopping list.

He pushed the trolley out of the aisle and through the store to the snack aisle, stopping when he reached it.

“Okay, go wild.” He instructed, and both Margaux and Owen cheered, with the blond boy grabbing whatever Margaux asked for, putting it into the trolley along with his own snack choices.

Charlie grinned as he watched them shop, adding a few of his own things into the mix.

He could get used to this.

Later that night Charlie, Owen and Margaux had made themselves comfortable on the couch, both Charlie and Owen having a glass of champagne while Margaux drank strawberry milk out of a plastic champagne glass.

“How long Daddy?” Margaux asked, looking up at her dad. Charlie glanced at his phone, seeing that it was just after 11pm. He was shocked she had made it this long without crashing.

“One more hour baby.” He told her and Margaux nodded.

“Okay.”

She turned back to the TV which was playing a countdown of the best songs of the 2010′s, and they fell into a comfortable silence only filled with small talk and songs for about 45 minutes until Owen broke the silence.

“Char.” He whispered, and Charlie looked up. Owen gestured to Margaux and a small smile appeared on Charlie’s face as his gaze landed on the four year old, who had curled up on the couch and fallen asleep.

“Should we put her to bed and bring out more alcohol?” Owen questioned and Charlie nodded with a grin.

“Sounds good. I’ll put her in bed, you get the drinks?” He suggested, and Owen nodded, placing a soft kiss goodnight on Margaux’s head before heading into the kitchen.

Charlie picked the four year old up and carried her to her bed, tucking her in and kissing her before heading back out to Owen, who had already poured two glasses of champagne. Charlie sat down on the couch next to Owen, grabbing one of the glasses and holding it up.

“Cheers.” He said, and they clinked glasses before drinking. Charlie placed his glass down before looking at Owen.

“5 minutes til midnight, you ready for 2020 to be over?” He asked. Owen shrugged.

“Mostly. There were some good things that happened this year.” He said.

“Yeah it wasn’t all bad.” Charlie agreed. They fell silent for a moment.

“Hey Charlie?” Owen spoke up, his voice slightly shaky.

“Yeah?” Charlie turned, giving Owen his full attention.

“I made a decision, about where I want to live...” Owen started, and Charlie’s heart skipped a beat. He was pretty sure he knew what Owen’s decision would be, but he wanted to hear it just to be sure.

“Yeah?” He prompted. Owen looked down.

“I think I’m gonna stay in Oklahoma, I’m not ready to leave yet.” He said, and Charlie nodded, understanding.

“I get that.” Owen looked up.

“But I have a compromise.” He said with a small smile. Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

“I’m gonna get my own place. I found one that’s really nice and affordable, and it has a study that could be turned into a bedroom for Margaux, and you could come stay with me whenever you wanted.” Owen explained, and Charlie couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Margaux having her very own room in Oklahoma to stay any time. But there was one other thing...

“A room for Margaux?” Charlie questioned and Owen nodded. “So where would I sleep?”

“Uh, I was kinda counting on you sleeping in my room with me...” Owen trailed off hesitantly. Charlie’s stomach fluttered at the thought.

“You’d want that?” He asked, eyes wide, and Owen nodded shyly.

“I do. I love waking up with you Char. I love hearing your morning voice, and seeing your messy hair, and the way you kiss my face while you’re still half asleep. And I love having you in my arms, or being in your arms.” He rambled, and it took everything in Charlie not to kiss him.

“You really like me, huh.” Charlie teased. Owen blushed, rolling his eyes.

“I do. I figured it was obvious, you know, when we literally had sex last week.” He retorted. Charlie grinned.

“Owen.” He said.

“Charlie.” Owen mimicked his tone.

“I would love that.” Charlie stated, bringing the conversation back to the original topic.

“I’m glad. Actually, I have something else to tell you too.” Owen told him.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Charlie tilted his head.

“I think I’m r-“

Owen was cut off by the countdown to midnight starting on the TV, and he stopped talking with a sigh as both boys grabbed their champagne as they counted.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!”

Charlie lent in, placing a soft kiss on Owen’s cheek, not wanting to push the boundaries.

“Happy New Year Owen.” He said. Owen bit his lip, and Charlie missed the longing look in Owen’s eyes, his gaze drifting to Charlie’s lips. He swallowed, shaking his head before replying.

“Happy New Year Charlie.”

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nettles-bo-bettles · 4 years ago

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Day 1: Best Friends

Maribat War Day 1: Prompt: Best Friends

Third Person POV:

Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng have been best friends for as long as they can remember. It all started when they were five years old. Tim had been running around Gotham at night pretending to be Robin when he found Marinette scavenging a dumpster for food and perhaps clothing.

“Hi! What are you doing in a dumpster?”

“Oh...I’m looking for food and maybe new clothes if I can find any.”

“How come? Why in a dumpster?”

“Well, my parents died or left me before I was born...I’m not really sure but I’ve been a street kid all my life. I usually find everything I need in dumpsters.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t usually get to spend much time with my parents, they’re always busy but they let me do whatever I want and I usually got everything I need at home.”

“I’m sorry too, it’d probably be worse to have neglectful parents rather than dead parents.”

“It’s alright, I still got a roof over my head right? That’s why I feel bad for you. You don’t seem to have a roof over your head.”

“Yeah, I don’t but I’m used to it.”

“Hey! I got an idea! Why don’t you come stay at my house?”

“But wouldn’t that be intruding? And I don’t even know your name or anything about you.”

“Oh, I forgot about that. Well, I’m Tim Drake! My parents are Jack and Janet Drake, though, they’re always busy so you probably won’t see them around very often and I’m trying to figure out who Batman and Robin are!!!”

“I’m Marinette! I don’t know who my parents are or what my last name is and I think you’re pretty cool!”

Throughout the days Tim and Marinette spent together they grew closer, they were almost attached to each other by the hip. The only time you wouldn’t see the two together would be when they went to sleep, had to change or went to the bathroom. They named each other as best friends and swore to never leave the other’s side.

One day when Tim was sick and couldn’t go outside Marinette started wandering around Gotham again. Eventually it turned night and she started to head home, though, she got stopped by three adult men who looked to be drunk and in their mid-thirties, Marinette, at the time was 8.

The men were clearly about to rape her so she got into a fighting stance and got ready to teach them not to mess with 8 year olds, right before she punched the middle guy someone swooped in and knocked them all out. The mysterious person patted down the men, seemingly looking for something. Once the mysterious person found what it was Marinette discovered that this person was most likely only there for stealing valuable items from drunk men.

Although she was right the mysterious figure turned to her and looked her up and down, seemingly looking for signs of injury.

“Are you okay little kitten?”

“Uh yeah I guess I just stayed out too late, who are you?”

“I would’ve thought you would’ve known but I’m Catwoman, and you little kitten seem like you can be quite the feisty one.”

“Well I mean I was about to punch those guys but you got here before I got the chance.”

“How do you feel about me adopting you and you being my little kitten sidekick?”

“Um...I don’t want to leave my best friend. Can I talk to him about it first?”

“Of course little kitten, just meet back here tomorrow if your friend is okay with it.”

“Okay!”

And with that Catwoman left Marinette. Marinette walked back to her home and thought about what Catwoman had said. She went to her room and got ready for bed, contemplating about whether she would even want to accept her offer. A few minutes of thinking about it she decided that she did want to accept it and went to bed.

The next morning Marinette woke up and did her usual routine, grab an outfit for the day, take a shower, go to the bathroom, get changed and meet Tim out in the hallway.

“G’morning Tim!”

“Morning Bean!”

“So last night I ran into Catwoman and she wants to adopt me but I immediately remembered our promise so I wanted to run the idea through you before making a final decision about letting her.”

“I say go for it, we’ll still see each other all the time right?”

“Yeah!”

“Then go for it!”

“I will! I’ll let her know that you said that!!!”

They continued talking while walking down the steps and on the way to the kitchen for breakfast. Once in the kitchen they grabbed their usual breakfast foods, Marinette got her usual froot loops and Tim got his usual yogurt.

The day went on as usual until it was 8pm and it was time for Marinette to go back to the alleyway to meet with Catwoman. She grabbed a good amount of clothes and her favorite pair of shoes along with some slippers and put them in her backpack. She left and said goodbye to Tim, telling him that she’d see him the next day. Little did they know that they wouldn’t see each other until they were 15 due to Catwoman training Marinette to fight and to flirt for when Batman got a new Robin.

It was the day after Catwoman had adopted Marinette and Tim was waiting in his usual spot where he met with Marinette, however, she didn’t show. He went back inside, disappointed that his friend ditched him. He decided to try again the next day, and the next, and the next. This went on for three weeks before he decided to give up. Years passed by quickly and Tim was now thirteen and in the beginning stages of growing into an adult. One day he wandered around Gotham City and bumped into Bruce Wayne, the older man saw something in the young boy and decided to adopt him. Tim’s parents agreed to the adoption, though, they weren’t paying much attention.

When Bruce adopted Tim he told him about all of his nightly activities and asked if he would like to become Robin or to watch everything from the batcomputer. Tim chose to be Robin and Bruce gave him two years of training for it. Eventually it was time for Tim to go out as Robin for the first time and it ended up being against the Riddler. However, a few hours after the Riddler incident there was a robbery going down because of Catwomen who had broken into a jewelry store and stolen thousands of dollars worth of diamonds...at least that’s what she made them think. In reality she just wanted to see Batman and introduce her little kitten to Batman’s new Robin. And it worked. Catwomen’s new apprentice was going to use the tricks that Catwoman had taught her with flirting and everything but the minute she saw Robin she knew it was her old friend, Tim Drake. The one who she would trust with her life with no hesitation, the one she missed oh so much, the one that she would give anything just to see again.

“Long time no see Marinette.”

“I missed you so much, I thought I was never gonna see you again.”

“Me too, that day after you got adopted, and you didn’t show up I- I was devastated. And when you didn’t show up any time at a later date I just gave up all hope to see you again.”

“So...you’ve grown taller.”

“And so have you…”

“This is awkward so I’m uh- I’m just gonna go.”

“Yeah..OH WAIT!”

“Yeah?”

“Can we exchange numbers so we can still be friends?”

“Oh uh sure.”

The two teens exchanged numbers and went on their way, deciding that it was too awkward to continue being in the same place. Soon though, they ended up texting each other every night, they grew closer to each other yet again and the next time they met they ended up becoming inseparable.

One day, Selina decided to bring Marinette to the Wayne’s so she could meet her adoptive mother’s close ‘friend’. When they arrived at the Manor they were greeted by Alfred who welcomed them in. He led the women into the living room where Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake stood. When the youngest of the Waynes saw Marinette he immediately ran up to her and hugged her.

“Um- Tim, buddy why- how do you know Selina’s adoptive daughter?” Dick asked his younger brother.

“Oh, we used to be best friends when we were little until I got adopted by Selina.” Marinette answered for him.

“Yup, she’s my best friend who also happens to be addicted to caffeine and an insomniac just like me,” said Tim with a grin on his face.

Dick and Bruce wanted to get to know Marinette better so everyone socialized for hours until eventually the Waynes had to kick Marinette and Selina out as they had to patrol Gotham soon.

~Time Skip~

It had been a year since Marinette and Tim got reunited and they were hanging out at Selina’s house and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Soon, however, there was a knock at the door. Marinette opened the door to see who it was and surprisingly it was child services.

“Your name is Marinette Kyle correct?”

“Yes that’s me.”

“I apologize for any inconvenience but you’ll have to come with us because Selina Kyle is not fit for having a minor under her care. A couple in Paris, France has taken interest in adopting you so you will be moving there to be under their care for the next two years until you are a legal adult, you will then be able to move back here if you wish to do so.”

“Wait- WHAT?!?! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!”

“I’m afraid I can and it’s going to happen. Please come with me. And, young man if you could please inform Ms.Kyle of what has happened here.”

“I- but- she- she’s my best friend, my only friend you can’t take her.”

“Sir I’ve already explained everything please don’t make me do it again, now once Ms.Kyle arrives back home please inform her of what has happened here today.”

The man grabbed Marinette by the arm and took her with him, he drove to the airport and watched as she went into the plane.

After a long flight Marinette was finally in Paris. She got off the plane and the french couple who adopted her walked up to her and asked if she was Marinette. She said yes and they took her with them to their home, it was a bakery on the bottom floor and an apartment on the top floor. They took her to the room they set up for her, it was insanely pink but she didn’t say anything about it. A few days later she was enrolled in Francois Dupont Highschool, though she made many friends it wasn’t the same as Tim. Years passed and she moved back to Gotham, when she did, however, she couldn’t find her long-time best friend.

Eventually she did find Tim and they became closer than ever before, she met his other two brothers and his sisters and became their honorary sister. It was a few days before Wayne Gala and Tim still didn’t have a date, he told his coworkers who were going to be there that he would have a date but he still didn’t...until he got the best idea, ASK MARINETTE!! And so he did. He asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend for his coworkers and like the good best friend she is, she said yes.

They went to Wayne Gala pretending to be dating and managed to fool everyone, however, during the middle of the Gala when Bruce was introducing everyone, the Riddler decided to show up. He chose Tim to give his riddles to and told him that if he got any of them wrong that he would kill him. Marinette was just hoping that he was going to get them all right.

First Riddle, he got it correct.

Second Riddle, he got that one too.

Third Riddle, he got it again.

Fourth Riddle, and again.

He got them again and again and again. Eventually he was on the 15th riddle, the last one. At this point everyone was holding their breath. He answered it...but he got the answer wrong. It was wrong and before Marinette could even comprehend the fact that he got it wrong, Tim was dead. The Riddler had shot her best friend, he was gone, forever. Her best friend since she was five years old was gone. She would never get to make any more memories with him, all the time she had with him was over, she had too much to say and not any time to say it. He was gone.

#lettuce #mgi civil war #timari #lettuce supremacy #timari supremacy #day 1 prompt

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GRATITUDE & ATTITUDE — THANKSGIVING WITH RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS.

anonymous asked: what would rapper jake be like at Thanksgiving?

warnings: confused canadian tries to understand american thanksgiving, multiple mentions of food/eating, daddy kink, brief mentions of smut (as usual).

notes: i apologize if i’m not representing thanksgiving properly, i tried to do as much research as possible though! for those who don’t have this holiday/don’t associate with the religious aspects of it (like me!), this is pretty much focused on family gatherings and food, so you’re good! i found the gifs in a gif hunt and idk who made them, i’m sorry i can’t credit the creators. i was listening to mirrorball by taylor swift and glee’s let’s have a kiki/turkey lurkey so... yeah don’t vibe with me this time! happy thanksgiving to everyone who celebrate it! <3

food. this holiday was about food and nobody could tell rapper!jake otherwise.

the mountain of grocery bags and produce in the kitchen proved his point. he was determined to turn into all of those friendly people he watched on food network. you know, the kind eyed grandmas and the men with funky glasses? he even got an aprin. and new oven mits in which his hands actually fit. he had all of the recipes printed out on paper, then taped on the cabinets’ doors. he had the biggest smile on his face.

“when we’ll have kids, imma cook them yummy dinners every night.” he greeted you with this promise when you walked in the kitchen, rubbing your tired eyes.

you checked the clock on the microwave. it was 8: 20 am.

jake caught up on your confusion. “i waited in the parking lot to be the first person there as they open, ordered all the food online last night when you were sleeping. i picked up a cute table center piece on my way back. isn’t it lovely?”

lovely. that’s not a word he used often.who was this man and where was your boyfriend?

you turned your head and found a very autumn looking arrangement of candles and wood and other golden elements. you nodded slowly, approving of his choice.

you turned your heels, ready to go back to bed and ignore the upcoming chaos in the kitchen as lil chef jakey-jake was about to cook for an entire army.

“don’t you wanna be a good girl and help daddy cook for your parents?”

soon enough you two were wearing matching aprins, you had jake’s hands printed in flour on your butt as he fed you slices of apple while putting the pie together.

it was barely two in the afternoon and everything was ready or finishing to cook. jake made sure to let you taste test everything. he didn’t want you to be too full, so he let you snack on some froot loops around lunch time. he couldn’t deal with a hangry hostess, tonight was too special for that!

you started to yawn and get cranky and quite frankly, he was not doing any better.

“let’s nap before we feast like royalty” he suggested.

you cleaned the kitchen at the speed of lightning.

jake grabbed your hand and pulled you upstairs. he tucked you in. you spooned him, hiding your hands under his t-shirt to keep them warm as you too quickly fell asleep. he was too exhausted to laugh at your cold fingers toasting against his skin.

the alarm ran so loud that jake jumped off the bed (he caught himself before falling on the floor).

“wake up, buttercup.”

you earned a kiss on your temple, basically the only corner of skin exposed from under the blankets.

you growled in response, missing the warmth of his body.

“oh, is that so? you’re not gonna let daddy make you feel good in the shower?”

won’t you look at that, your pyjama was tossed on the floor, steam was leaving the glass shower and your back was pressed against the tiles as jake held you up and fucked into you, slow and deep.

“stuffin’ you up so good” jake laughed, as both of you were close to your release.

you exploded in laughter, jake echoing your gleeful giggles. he went to rub your sensitive clit and a few seconds later, you were screaming out his name.

the two of you got dressed. he wore a black shirt. you wore something that matched. you put on light makeup and perfume as jake watched your reflection on the steamy mirror, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“tonight is going to be perfect.” you reassure him, making him grin.

the door bell rang and jake ran down the stairs. he let you fix his rebellious collar and press a kiss on the tip of his nose.

the door slammed open. “mom, dad! so good to see you!” jake greeted your parents, remembering how you introduced them to him the first time.

another wave of laughter. jake noticed that you had the same happy wrinkles at the corner of your eyes as your mother. he loved that new detail about you.

“gather around, the food is ready!” jake said and your mom offered to help him serve the plates. he accepted, thankful for an extra pair of hands.

the table was quickly covered with mashed potatoes, chicken (he didn’t want to roast a whole turkey for the four of you), roasted veggies, salad, gravy, bread and basically everything you could think of (he kept the froot loops on the counter in case you didn’t like his newfound recipes).

jake buttered a slice of bread for you, earning a smile from your father.

you gave him a bite of stuffing and the two of you laughed at his cheesy dirty talk from earlier.

jake leaned closer to your ear, when your parents discussed some encounter with wild turkeys they had on their way home. it was picturesque, but jake’s words snapped you out of this reverie.

“all the food is good, but your pussy’s still my favourite flavour.”

you choked on your sip of hot apple cider for a quick second.

this man had no shame.

rapper!jake started to talk to your dad about the hockey season. and to your mom about the carrot cake recipe he found that he wanted to make with her.

you blinked away a happy tear.

the rest of thanksgiving dinner went smoothly. you guys went to watch television, some old scenes of charlie brown were playing. jake switched to music instead, the smooth jazz of louis armstrong brought your dad to invite you for a slow dance around living room. jake did the same with your mother.

eventually, you tried to switch partners and your dad ended up dancing with jake. they both went all in, suddenly thinking they were in a royal ballroom.

it was after the four of you stopped laughing that your mother suggested they drove back home.

it had started to snow outside, pretty hard.

“why don’t you stay? we have a guest room.”

the we made you feel all happy inside. it was jake’s house, he worked so hard to afford it. yet, he considered it yours too.

“we don’t want to bother the lovebirds!” your mom tried to deny the invitation.

“family is never a reason to be bothered.”

these words came from jake.

the same jake who, not too long ago, didn’t even speak to his own family. he didn’t want to have anything to do with them.

the same jake who was about to break down at the thought of meeting your parents.

the same jake who thought would never have a family of his own.

your parents smiled and thanked the both of you.

jake gave your dad some merch and sweatpants for sleep wear. your mom took your favourite pyjama set.

they were fast asleep.

and you thought jake would be too, after such an exhausting day of running around.

“what are you thinking about, my love?” you asked.

jake shrugged, moving his arm so you could snuggle up against him. you rested your head on his naked chest. the beat of his heart was peaceful, almost enchanting.it was your favourite musi.

“we didn’t say what we were thankful for.” he remembered the essential tradition of thanksgiving.

“then say it now.” you chuckled softly.

“i’m thankful for you,” he poked your nose, making you scrunch it adorably. “thankful i get to see you smile, get to hug you and kiss you, get to sing to you until you sleep...”

he kept going with millions of other details.

“i’m thankful for the wonderful human that you are, jacob.”

strangely, he was both tearing up and getting a boner at the same time. you can’t blame him, there’s something very hot about being open and vulnerable.

you moved on top of him, trailing kisses on his jawline and neck, on that sweet spot that drove him wild right under his ear. you painted his collarbone with more kisses.

your pace slowed down, your body was falling against his.

he wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were safe and sound as he heard you snoring slightly.

he laughed through his nose, not bothering to turn the lamp off.

he opened his mouth one last time that evening, to whisper those three magical words:

“i love you.”

#jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal fluff #jake gyllenhaal x you #series: southpaw #topic: rapper!jake

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