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shelbgrey · 5 months ago

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✨Pookie😏✨Mother Pinecone🥳✨Fellow Simp🤩✨ can I request some lovely shrexy headcanons for the one and only Sammy Winchester😳 I just need some fluff and steamy steamy spicy headcanons please🥹 I’ll pay😉🫴💰💳💵

Dating Sam Winchester Headcanons:

Paring: Sam Winchester X Singer!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Sam dating Bobby Singer's kid. -SMUT warning!

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Between Sam being John's kid and you being Bobby's, you spent a lot of time together as kids.

You were always closer to Sam, you and him bonded over books and you were both the quiet ones.

It was obvious there was something between you two even when you were kids, but you were both completely clueless.

“the only two people who don't know Sam and y/n like each other are Sam and y/n” - Dean

But then he went off to college, you guys talked through letters and Emails for the first few months. Then he met Jes and you guys talked less and less.

Deep down Sam knew he dated Jess just to get over you, but then he felt awful to think that way after she died.

He never would have expected that you'd show up with Dean, telling him John was missing. Sam honestly hated to see the skilled hunter you have become, he always thought you deserved better.

Deep down he knew he stayed for you. College didn't matter much to him anymore and neither did finding his dad. He rekindled his friendship with you and wanted to protect you.

Hell, he would take you away from the hunting life if he could.

Before you knew it the three of you were a trio again. Saving people and hunting things together.

Then before you knew it you and Sam both fell back in to your original, clueless act you had with each other. It pissed Dean off, because he knew you guys liked each other.

Dean also knew neither one of you had the balls to admit your feelings. So he took matters into his own hands.

“Hey, y/n, you busy Saturday night?” Dean asked one night. “no?”

“Sammy, you sure as hell ain't busy” Dean joked, Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. “yeah... I'm not”

“good, because I am... You two go out and have a good time” Dean told you both.

Yeah Dean asked you out on a date for Sam. Both of you had mixed reactions, you didn't know how to proses what what just happened and Sam was just annoyed Dean was getting up in his business. Dean didn't stop you guys from going out.

he is sweet and gentle when he kisses you. The kisses you and him share are always sweet and full of passion. He pours everything into his kisses when his lips are on yours.

He definitely said 'I love you.' he said it after he had to save you from a vampires nest he told you he couldn't lose you and he loves you.

Sam would be the one to encourage you to go on rants or nerd out about things your passionate about. He'll listen beginning to end. If your like: “sorry if I'm talking too much” Sam will say: “no, no, keep going. I'm listening”

Not being stuck in his Tuesday time loop, but helping the best you can.

Sam's Hugs are warm and tight. Since he's so much taller than you he usually picks you up and holds you to his chest as your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck holding him tight.

he promised to himself and you that if you were to get hurt by anything and he did mean anything at all, he would kill it. Even the smallest cut or bruse on you, he would freak out and with a gun in his hand, he would go after the very thing that dared to put a wound on you.

Sex with him has always been on the Adventurous side, but he learns your limits quickly and wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But when soulless Sam shows up there's no slowing down.

Even though Soulless Sam is hot one of the things he cares about most is sex and it might seem that's all he wants at the time, but the moment you get hurt the person or thing that hurt you is in a heaping pile of blood and broken bones.

Research dates all the time, you think it's boring as hell but your happy just to he able to spend time with him.

He's a health nut so he's always getting on to you and dean about your eating habits. “you know those things could kill you, right?” Sam asks as he watches you drink a monster energy drink, you'll just shrug him off.

You appreciate his concerns and you do back off on some stuff and let him cook you a healthy meal.

“what is that?” you asked staring at the blender in Discussed. “it's a smoothy, its good for you” he said pouring you a cup. “it's green goop”

✨Forehead kisses✨ he's a giant after all, so it's easier and convenient to just give you a little kiss on the forehead. He also loves it when your setting in his lap and giving him the same treatment.

Matching bracelets. Jack went through a friendship bracelet making phase and you made a couple with him. You and Sam both have one, he refuses to take it off. “you don't have to wear it”

“no, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off”

You and Sam are literally Jack's parents, you probably end up adopting him at some point.

Never giving up on getting him out of hell, you hated the fact Dean when to live with Lisa. So while he got a girlfriend you were threatening crossroad demons for awnsers.

Making dirty jokes with Dean all the time to annoy Sam.

If Dean pranks Sam, you'll help get back at Dean. One time you convinced Sam to have sex in the impala just to piss Dean off.

Lucifer has the undying love for you and hits on you all the time, it pisses Sam off to no end.

Getting to see Sully first hand because he knew how much Sam ment to you and Sully just really wanted to meet the person that made Sam so happy.

Jody being a mother to you.

He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a rough hunt.

If your a smut book you get really secretive about and he'll notice quickly. “What you reading?” you blush and hold the book away from him. “nothing”

If he gets a hold of the book and reads a steamy part if the book, he'll probably want to try what he read too.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He wants to hold your hand all the time too, if your walking around the bunker or a town your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had while doing research.

Communication won't be a problem in your relationship. You both just find it so easy to talk to each other.

But if you get into a fight, your fight loud and mean. There will be the silent treatment.

He's a bed hog so get used to sleeping right on top of him or right up against him because there's no room for personal space when you share a bed, especially if it's a motel bed.

He also hogs blankets.

You have bad sex in the bunker library, do with that information as you will.

You steal his flannels all the time, they're just so big and comfy.

He's good at turning you on😏

NSFW headcanons:

Sammy has a size kink, he loves the fact you are shorter than him. It makes it easier for him to manhandle you and throw you around without even trying.

likes to pretty much fuck you stupid. like to the point your shaking, you only can think of his dick and babbling his name. you probably won't be walking the next morning.

he's ✨skilled✨ with his hands, those big massive hands. it doesn't matter what he's doing with them, in between your legs, your face, around your neck, in your hair, I don't matter he knows what he's doing.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He didn't realize how much he actually liked it untill you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “Damn... Do that again... Please”

Biting, he's loves marking you up. There has been many times you had to cover your neck with makeup, but most of the bite marks are on your thighs.

But he also lives for the moments where it's just sensual and gentle. He secretly loves just holding you and kissing you slowly.

He wants to see if he can he make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make.

He well bend you over the table in the bunker library and take you from behind.

The desk will creak from the force he uses and his large body will presse you hard against the desk.

He loves hearing the moans and gasps coming out of your mouth.

Part of him will want you to be louder, even though he knew you aren't supposed to be sometimes.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

Sam loves being dominate towards you. Choking you and edging you. “come on, Baby. Cum for me again”

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

“that’s it baby, there you go. takining me so well, honey.”

Sam loves the way his hands look on your body. Even better if you’re smaller than him, he just wants to be touching you all the fucking time.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

If you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing a good job while rubbing his hands on your back and thighs.

Sam first thought after sex he's always checking on you, making sure it felt good and your not sore. He is very gentle, cleaning you up and giving you anything you need before even thinking of himself.

#Sam Winchester #Sam Winchester X reader #Sam Winchester smut #Sam Winchester Headcanons #Jared padalecki #Jared padalecki x reader #Supernatural #Supernatural x reader #Supernatural headcanons #Sammy #Moose #Dean winchester #Dean winchester x reader #Winchester #Walker

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paigebueckersmommy · 6 months ago

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maybe not enemies pt.1 - p.b

paige bueckers x fem!roomate! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, drinking, mean paige kinda?, 1st person

a/n: i am well aware the team rooms togther but act like they don’t for this fic 🥰 also i hate this with every bone in my body.

you and paige had met briefly a few times. all you knew was you two weren’t into the same things.

it was the start of my senior year of college, and i had always taken my academics seriously, but i needed to take them more serious this year, and geting roomed with the schools biggest party animal, caused problems.

i began unpacking the suit case on my bed, waiting for my roomate to arrive. they sent an email with dorm assignments, which your roomate obviously hadn’t seen.

when i heard the door open, i snapped head. “fuck.” you heard a attractive voice say, which you didn’t wanna admit was attractive. “i’m not happy about this either.” you say making eye contact with the blonde.

“how’d you know?” paige says setting stuff down on her bed, “they sent an email.” i say looking back at my stuff.

“well, the best way to handle being roomed with the most boring person on earth, is if we agree to not talk unless it’s needed.” paige said, with an look of annoyance on her face. “agreeed, just please don’t be loud.” you say rolling your eyes, “k.”

time skip to a couple months later

you could tell paige was a little confused by your style when she mostly only ever saw you wearing hoodies, sweatpants and leggings, but tonight was diffrent.

you were standing infront of the mirror on a saturday night, putting lipgloss on. wearing a mini skirt and a mesh long sleeve, a black lacey bra underneath.

“where you going? shouldn’t you be studying or sum shit.” paige said looking you up and down from her bed. “why would it matter to you? but for your infortntion i’m going to a bar with my friends.” i say, looking back at her.

“oh my god!!! she has friends everyone!!” paige says acting suprised, not very good acting. “just because i care about my academics more than you doesn’t make me a nerd.”

“oh please, admit you’re just stating and don’t have any friends.” paige says cocking her head, when jsut then you heard a knock on your door. you opened it, your friends head peaking thru the door. “you almost rea- hey. wanna come?” your friend says, making eye contact with paige mid sentence.

“oh? inviting me? fuck it, yea lemme get dressed.”

you step out of your dorm room, shocked by the interaction. “damn. she barley talks to me i don’t know why she’d wanna come out with-“ you stopped mid sentence when paige walked out of your dorm. she was wearing white pants and a pink crop top, you had only ever seen her wear basketball gear so you were a little shocked at this.

“mm.. she knows how to dress everyone.” you say matching paige’s pace in the hallway as two of your friends were a little in front of you.

“oh i know your not talking. this is the 3rd time ive ever seen you not wear a hoodie. probobly why you don’t have a boyfriend yet.”

“b-boyfriend? i’m sorry, what makes you think i like men?” you say crooking your head words paige, curious. “o-oh i’m sorry, i just-“

“your good. i get a lot that i look straight.. but im lesbian.” you say with a soft smile making eye contact with paige, as you realize she’s also smiling.

“hm. good to know.” paige says, looking your outfit up and down, and that’s whe your mind began spinning.

did i like paige? was she trying to tell me something? were we, not enemies?

you put those thoughts to the side as you reached the doors of the bar. it was a saturday night, so it was crowded but not as crowded as it is on fridays. you, paige and your two friends found spots at the bar, paige sitting next to you as she ordered a round of shots for you two without even asking what you wanted.

“oh? thank you? your not being mean to me for once?” you say out of confusion before downing the shot. “mmm. you don’t look half as bad tonight.”

“could say the same about you.”

pt 2 soon!!!

#uconn wbb #paige bueckers #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies #paige buckets #kk arnold #nika muhl #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers headcannons #wlw #wlw fiction #ncaa women’s basketball

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lily-fics-11 · 3 months ago

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I Can See You: Chapter 5 (Ellie Williams, TLOU)

I Can See You

Fic master post here

*Not beta read

This took forever and I’m so sorry😭 Since I last updated, I took a trip to see my girlfriend and she came to see me too (if it seems like I’m in my lover girl era it’s because I am). I went on a trip to Disney (I am an extensive planner, I even made spreadsheets. I put my heart and soul into it) (I had to prep my body and mind as well, for spending that much time with my mother, also the Florida heat and tons of walking). I’ve done a bunch of babysitting and have been on the hunt for a full-time job! I missed writing and hope to get to do it much more often now!!!

Ellie Williams is a player, on and off the lacrosse field. You begin tutoring her so that she can get her grades up and stay on the team. You try to keep things professional, however, your affection is a great motivator. Ellie wouldn't be caught dead with you so you become her secret mission.

Chapter 5

Ellie gets a little jealous when another girl shows interest in you. You share many sweet moments as she tries to spend every second with you that she can.

Word count: 4k

CW: *Ellie and reader are both 18* profanities, sexual innuendo/references, semi-intimate situations, mentions of drinking/smoking weed

You and Ellie spend the rest of the time before her practice kissing and planning dates. Neither of you can wait to share your dorky interests with the other.

Picking up your phone, while getting ready to leave, you see a text from Elise. It’s not about homework. You audibly groan and Ellie raises an eyebrow.

“I got a text from Elise,” you tell her and then read it out loud. “Are you going to Kyle’s Saturday night? I’m hoping to see you there.”

Ellie’s face scrunches up in disgust, but she doesn’t say anything.

“I told her to only text me for school stuff. I’m going to remind her,” You tell Ellie, then type out a text while reading it out loud.

“I'm happy to answer your questions about school work, but I’m not looking to be involved with you in the way I think that you want us to be. I’m your tutor now and that wouldn’t be appropriate.” Ellie laughs at that, you ignore the irony. “Also, I’m seeing a girl that I like a lot, you and I aren’t going to be anything more than friendly.”

“You tell her.” Ellie nods in approval, hyping you up. “That girl better watch herself. She might be disrespecting what you want on purpose, but she doesn’t know that she is disrespecting me too.”

Elise asks who you are seeing so you tell her that the girl goes to North, not someone she would know. Ellie laughs again, though somewhat maniacally this time.

Ellie hugs you while saying goodbye, holding your close, not letting you leave until she is satisfied. She kisses you softly, longingly, and the taste of her lips lingers on yours for a while after you have parted ways.

Ellie calls you that night, to check that no one was bothering you. You tell her that Elise had continued asking more questions but you stopped answering.

Ellie was not happy to hear that.

The next morning you get a text from Ellie.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You free during home room today?

You: Yes!

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Meet me in the science wing bathroom at 8

You like the message and finish getting ready. You get a hall pass and leave to meet Ellie. The science wing is empty during homeroom, so it’s a good spot to be alone.

When you walk in Ellie is leaning back with her hands on the sink.

“We’ve unlocked a new location,” she points out enthusiastically.

“We have,” you giggle at how cute she is.

“Less than ideal, but I like getting to see you in person.”

“You spend plenty of time seeing me in person,” you tease her. She walks over to you and flips your hood over your head.

“Actually spending time with you,” she specifies grabbing your hands to pull your arms around her.

You lean your head onto Ellie’s shoulder. “It is really nice getting to hang out with you. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“A few minutes?!” She practically yells in your ear.

“It may be normal for you to disappear for a half hour but if I’m gone more than 5 minutes people are going to think I’ve got explosive diarrhea or something.”

Her face is contorted in confusion until it hits her, eliciting a discouraged sigh.“You study during homeroom don’t you?”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what it’s there for.”

Ellie waves a hand in the air dismissively. “It’s like those yellow speed signs, a suggestion.”

Your jaw drops and you shake your head in mock disapproval. “Remind me not to get in a car with you.”

“I am a GREAT driver. I’ll pick you up for our first date and show you.” Ellie says matter-of-factly. Eyebrows furrowed, but a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

Your heart flutters at the mention of a first date, but it is against your nature to halt the banter. “I’ll just have to bring a helmet.”

“I’m coordinated enough to play lacrosse. You on the other hand, I bet you hit a lot of curbs.”

“I plead the fifth!” You stick your tongue out at her.

“I know that one!” Ellie informs you with enthusiasm, eager to impress you.

“I feel like you are the kind of person to know the rules so that you can break them most effectively,” you tease her and you can tell by the look in her eyes that you are right on the money.

Ellie throws her hands up in the air. “I want my lawyer!”

You playfully shove her and she grabs your arms to rope you into a hug.

On Friday during your tutoring session with Elise you are working in a textbook. You slide the book towards her to point to the asymptote in the graph and she puts her hand on top of yours. You quickly pull away and you hear a textbook fall off a shelf nearby, but don't think anything of it.

When Elise asks to borrow your pencil sharpener she tries to slide her hand over yours once again. Before you can react someone coughs loudly from the other side of a book shelf. Elise gets startled and quickly lets go.

Reading over an answer to a problem Elise had done you hear a very familiar voice hoarsely whisper “what the fuck!”

You look around for Ellie but the first thing you notice is Elise’s arm around the back of your chair.

“Do that again and you won’t have a tutor anymore,” you tell her sternly and she folds her arms across her chest in a huff.

Looking around you see a pair of eyes peeking through a hole on the bookshelf, they are green and sparkling in a way that tells you they are accompanied by a smile. Further down the shelf you see another face poking through, Paz, accompanying Ellie on her little mission.

You pull out your phone and send Ellie a text.

You: Are you spying on me???

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I have no idea what you are talking about

You: None at all?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You’re right. Now that I’m thinking about it Paz mentioned something about undercover work

You look back towards Ellie and Paz and they quickly duck out of sight. You have to stifle your laugh and refocus on your job.

Friday at the end of the school day you head to the locker room to retrieve your gym clothes, they need to be washed. You are giddy at the prospect of catching a glimpse of Ellie. Even if you don’t get to talk to her, let alone be near her.

When you enter the locker room you are greeted by the sound of a ruckus. You hear a crash a few rows back, like someone fell into a locker.

You creep down the rows of lockers to investigate. That requires navigation through a crowd of softball and lacrosse players. You see Ellie hovering in an offensive stance over Elise, who is crouching slightly, as if recovering from a hit.

“What the hell, Williams?” Elise asks in disgust, shoving Ellie away from her.

Ellie pushes her back, much harder. “Just think you need to watch yourself, Knolls.”

Elise doesn’t retaliate this time, Ellie plays lacrosse she knows how to rough someone up. “Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Ellie pushes Elise up against the lockers and pins her there. You may or may not be jealous. “Don’t ever get in my way again.” The gathered crowd collectively gasps but no one tries to intervene. After staring Elise down long enough to make her point, Ellie lets go of her and turns away. Elise watches confused, pissed off, and embarrassed. You know why Ellie is angry with her, though you are baffled that she would display those emotions so publicly.

What if Elise told someone about this and Ellie ended up in the principal’s office? What would she tell her? Sorry, she was flirting with the girl I like. She was MY tutor first!

This isn’t a side of Ellie you are familiar with. This aggression is uncalled for, but it’s attractive. Seeing her physically fight for you? It has you in a lust filled haze.

The crowd disperses and Ellie walks past you. Her cheeks flush when she spots you, realizing you saw what just happened. But her expression turns cocky when she sees the hunger in your eyes. She bites her lip and winks at you. Her hand reaches so that her fingertips brush over your waist. No one else could have seen because of the way you two were positioned. Normally you would have panicked, but the public display of affection was concealed by the angle of her body. Not to mention the way you caught up in the passion you share.

Even after Ellie passes by, you stand there dumbfounded. Nonetheless, you force yourself to shake it off in order to continue on with your day. But your phone buzzes…

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: You liked that didn’t you?

Everyone else should be gone in about 10

Want to wait around?

You: That was a bad idea, confronting her like that

But yes I liked it

And yes I’ll be waiting

You dawdle at your locker while the chatting dies down to silence and footsteps are no longer falling.

Ellie approaches you and leans against a locker with her arms crossed.

“You know where my gym locker is?” You question.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know where to watch you get changed?”

You playfully hit Ellie in the arm. “Shut up!”

“My locker is right on the other side.” She admits. “Doesn’t matter how many voices are around, I can always hear yours.”

Focusing down on your shoes you blink rapidly and take a deep breath, unsure of how to handle this attention. Yes, you’ve received this type of attention before. But Ellie being the girl that notices you is still incomprehensible. Not only that, you have now seen her feelings towards you exist outside of when you two are alone. Sweet moments in secret are one thing, but her defending your honor? Of course no one knows that’s what it is, but it doesn't stop your head from spinning.

Ellie tilts your face up with her pointer finger and your wide eyes stare into hers, they are focused on you.

“What?” She asks, her worry evident in her expression as she searches yours for a clue of how you are feeling.

“It’s nothing,” you lie and Ellie raises an eyebrow. She knows you too well now to get away with that.

“Well…” your voice is soft and timid. “It’s that… you just … seem to care a lot about me. And it’s sweet.

“I do care a lot about you. I guess I need to make that more clear. I have a secret to tell you.” You cock your head to the side in confusion, Ellie leaning close to whisper “I like like you.” In your ear. You start giggling.

Ellie wraps her arms around your waist and tucks her face into the crook of your neck. You rest your cheek on her soft auburn hair and hold her tight. You feel Ellie take a deep breath, breathing in your scent, and feeling her exhale on your neck sends shivers down your spine.

“I have to go to practice but I don’t want to,” she mumbles.

You sigh. “I don’t want you to go either. But super stars don’t skip practice.”

“Super star?” She asks, picking her head up to look at you. Her surprise is so genuine it melts your heart.

“I watched your old games, Ellie. You really are talented.”

Ellie smirks, her sense of wonder broken by her dirty mind. “Talented,” she repeats.

You roll your eyes playfully and ignore the comment. “You can’t slow down now. You’ve got another championship to win.”

She nods in agreement, with a sense of duty. “Very true. I’m like a Wendy’s 4 for 4. Plus I am dating the smartest girl and it would be embarrassing if she wasn’t dating the best lacrosse player.”

“I’ll never eat Wendy’s the same way ever again.”

Ellie’s green eyes sparkle devilishly. “Yeah. You’ll be eating me too.”

“I’m looking forward to it. But my super star really does need to get to practice.”

“Will you stay with me until I’m ready to leave?” Ellie asks shyly, a bright flush coloring her freckled face.

“Of course I can.”

Ellie grabs your hand and leads you over to her locker. She opens it up and pulls out her practice clothes.

You don’t even pretend that you aren’t watching. Ellie watched you watch her. She pulls her shirt over her head, only momentarily breaking eye contact when the fabric passes over her face.

Your breath hitches seeing her like this. Her sports bra hugging her exquisitely and her abdomen pleasantly toned. The urge to trace you fingertips over her impressive body burns in the pit of your stomach.

“Like what you see?” Ellie chuckles, clearly pleased to see you gawking at her.

“I guess you could say that,” you sigh, pretending like you aren’t ogling at her body.

“Don’t lie to me, tutor girl.”

You cross your arms and pout. “Fine. I’m impressed. Happy now?”

“Very.” Ellie hooks her arm around your waist and drags you into her, hastily, and you have to grab her shoulders to steady yourself. Ellie presses her forehead to yours and you take a deep breath after she has taken it away.

“Pretty girl.” Ellie mumbles and you just gaze at her starry eyed. Ellie kisses you gently and you let your hand slide down her body, over her perky breasts and tight abs. You grab her hips firmly when you get there and then distance yourself, still holding on to her.

“Practice,” you remind her and she groans. Ellie throws on her practice pinnie and then slides down her pants leaving her in her boxers. Thankfully she pulls a pair of shorts over them right away.

Ellie puts her clothes away and starts taking her practice things out.

“Can you hold this for me?” She asks, extending her lacrosse stick towards you. You nod as you take it. Ellie slings her lacrosse backpack over her shoulder and stops to take you in for a moment.

“I didn’t actually need you to hold it,” Ellie admits. “I just knew you would look cute.”

You shake your head at her and bite back a smile.

“I’ll text you after practice,” she tells you before giving you a quick peck on the lips and heading out.

You stand there dumbfounded for a moment.

Is this real?

Does Ellie Williams really like you?

This is not something you ever imagined happening, but here you are, kissing her before she goes to practice.

You literally pinch yourself so that when you get a text from Ellie you know it’s real.

Ellie sends you a message after she has finished with her practice. You ask each other about your time apart and chat.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Can you send me your schedule?

You: Plan on stalking me?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Yes

I’ve got some of it figured out but I want to try and run into you whenever I can

You send her a picture of your schedule.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I didn’t know half these classes existed

This doesn’t look fun

Like at all

You: Don’t worry about me😂

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t tell me what to do😡

I’m going to make sure you don’t get too stressed💚

You: I have a few ideas about how you could do that

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: 👀👀👀👀

I will mix wholesome and not so wholesome

You: Sounds like a plan

Ellie ends up going on a rant about practice, Abby Anderson did something to piss her off. However, Ellie’s team won their scrimmage so it’s okay.

You text Ellie the rest of the night and end up staying up later than usual until you finally say goodnight. Even though you don’t want to.

On Saturday Ellie has an away game and then goes to a party with a bunch of her teammates.

You spend the afternoon studying, then go to a party yourself. Definitely not the same one.

Elise eyes you from across the room and you ignore her. When your friends ask why you are giving her the cold shoulder you tell them it’s because you are her tutor now. Your friends are relieved, they know how that type of thing has gone in the past. You are happy they don’t know it already happened again.

You socialize outside of your friend group too, politely ignoring any flirting. You have a lot of fun, even if you are waiting for your phone to buzz.

You hear from Ellie more than you expect to. She keeps you updated on the drama around her and you can tell she had been smoking before she even mentioned it. She is more silly than usual, and it’s incredibly charming, especially since you’ve had a bit to drink.

Nicole sees you smiling at your phone. “I know that look!”

She gets excited but rolls her eyes when you try to brush it off. She looks you up and down with a bit of an attitude, it’s unlike you to keep this kind of thing from her.

“Fine. I’m talking to a girl,” you admit and Nicole’s eyes light up.

“Are you going to tell me who it is?” She pesters you, a wildly excited look in her eyes.

You make up a little lie. Nicole isn’t ready for the truth yet. “She goes to North. You wouldn’t know her.” Nicole knows who Ellie is but she doesn’t really know her. Not like you do.

She squints her eyes at you. “Is that all I get?”

“For now.” You take a long sip of your drink, signaling you are moving on from this topic.

Nicole shakes her head in disapproval. “I guess that’s better than nothing. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting about this.”

You and your friends get picked up around 2 am. On your way back to Nicole’s you get a text from Ellie, asking you to come over. You tell her that you can’t drive anywhere because you’ve been drinking. She says she is high but can walk to you, so you explain that you are sleeping over at a friend’s. Ellie says she will be coordinating with you next weekend because she always misses you extra when she’s intoxicated.

Sunday is busy. School work, chores, and family dinner.

Ellie gets some homework done too, alongside a bunch of yard work with Joel.

You get a lovely text from Ellie Monday morning.

You: Good morning:)

What are you doing up so early?

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Getting you coffee

You: I always make it at home you don’t have to do that

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I want to.

And I know your order anyways

You: How????

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I took a picture of it that day you came in late with Dunkin

In case I ever needed it

You: I’m genuinely impressed

You’re 10 steps ahead

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: 🫡

Meet you at your car when you get to school?

You: What if someone sees us?!

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I’m like Michael Jackson

You: ???????

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: A smooth criminal

You: That’s actually a good one😂

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: I’m glad you said that, otherwise I’d have to beat it

You: Okay ma’am that’s enough

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t act like this isn’t a thriller for you my PYT

You: You are too much

In the best way possible

Space Nerd 🚀🤓:

When you park at school you let Ellie know that you have arrived.

Out of nowhere Ellie casually strolls by and leaves a cup of coffee on the hood of your car.

As you are getting out and picking it up Abby pulls in next to you. She gives you a smile and a wave, so you politely wave and smile back.

Your phone immediately starts ringing and you pick up.

“NO FUCKING WAY SHE’S GOT THE SPOT NEXT TO YOU!” Ellie yells into the phone and you are grateful the volume wasn’t all the way up. Would’ve burst your eardrums.

“Last year too,” you inform her.

“My enemy is living my dream,” Ellie practically growls.

“I would pay good money for you to be my parking neighbor,” you promise her.

“Top dollar?” She questions, deadly serious.

“Absolutely!” You assure Ellie. You hear her sigh in relief.

“Thank you. I gotta go but I’ll talk to you later?”

“I would love that!”

“Bye pretty girl,” you can hear Ellie’s smile in her voice.

“Bye El.”

You say hello to Nicole a few minutes later.

“Is that Dunkin’!?” She gasps.

“Uh… yeah?”

“You didn’t even ask me if I wanted any! You always do!” Nicole groans.

“Sorry, I uh… it totally slipped my mind. I really needed it this morning,” you explain, trying to cover your tracks.

“You should set a location reminder on your phone. When you get to Dunkin’ it will remind you to ask if I want some,” Nicole says, not a hint of sarcasm.

You salute her. “Aye aye captain!”

Your phone buzzes a few times during 5th period, but you don’t check it until class is over.

Space Nerd 🚀🤓: Don’t go into 6th period right away (12:35 pm)

My class is right across from yours (12:35 pm)

I want to say hi (12:35 pm)

And maybe kiss you👀 (12:35 pm)

Hi (12:47 pm)

Hey (12:53 pm)

You don’t check your phone during class do you (12:55 pm)

When you see the messages you like them all and hurry to your next class.

As you approach your 6th period class you look for Ellie. She is outside the door across the hall, mindlessly rummaging through her backpack, despite looking around for you and not at all paying attention to what she is doing. Ellie winks at you when she spots you.

When the bell rings the hallway starts to clear, so you bend down to tie your shoe to stall.

Once the hallway is almost empty Ellie gets up and starts to walk over to you. Once everyone is gone she says hi and grabs your hand, giving you a quick kiss.

“I know you don’t want to be late. I’ll see you later.” Ellie holds your hand for another moment before finally letting go and heading across the hall. She gazes back longingly, a pouty frown on her face, not wanting to leave you.

You bite your lip, just as sad to watch her go, and think to yourself “I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but I don’t think I care.”

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thebestpumkin · 7 months ago

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- title - happy birthday, katsuki!

- pairing - katsuki bakugo x reader

- word count - 683

- summary - it's your boyfriend's birthday!

- tw - reader is referred to as dollface, food mentions, reader refers to bakugo as handsome, lmk if there are any to add!

- other notes - established relationship, birthday things, this is set once the students are in the dorms, im pushing my soft bakugo agenda sorry guys

- a/n at the bottom!

He's getting ready for his morning run when he hears three tentative knocks at his door.

He's surprised someone else is up so early on a Saturday. He takes a glance at the clock resting on his nightstand - 6:43 AM. He always went out for his run at 6:45 to make it back at 7, at least on weekends - of course, everything was pushed an hour back on weekdays so he'd have time to get ready. He furrows his brows but opens the door regardless.

As soon as Katsuki Bakugo sees you, he softens.

"Dollface?" He whispered. It was always sweet how he tried not to use his regular volume with you. He always tried to sound soft. "What are you doing...here...?" His eyes drifted downwards to where you had your hands held up in offering. Offering him...a cake. His gaze snapped back up to meet your eyes, only to find you looking away bashfully. He smiled and stepped aside so you could come in.

You set the cake down on his desk and sat down on the edge of his bed while he closed the door quietly behind you. He joined you where you sat. "What's all this for, huh? D'you realize how early it is?" He's just teasing you now. You smile and nod. "For your birthday, handsome. Happy birthday, Katsuki." He nearly melted at just how sweet you are. You'd been the first to text him at midnight, and now here you were, getting up far earlier than usual on a weekend to be the first to celebrate. He didn't know what he did to have you, but he certainly wasn't complaining. "You make it for me?" He spoke, nodding at the cake standing proudly on his desk. You nodded and he swore he just wanted to kiss you silly right there.

"It's early," He comments again. "Don't you usually get up way later on weekends?" You just shrug. "When did you have time to make the cake? We all had dinner together last night..." You beamed up at him. "After dinner. Way after. After we all finished cleaning up and everyone was back in their rooms, I got started. Ah, right, I got you a few things, but I couldn't carry them and the cake at the same time. They're in my room, if you want me to go get them?" He shakes his head. "Get them later. Stay with me a while, yeah?" He couldn't care less that he was supposed to be on a run right now. This was more important. You were more important, schedule be damned.

"You want some cake?" You offer. "Later. 'M not too hungry now. How about we go out for breakfast n' come back to eat some?" You raise your brows. "You aren't gonna offer any for our class?" He scoffs, looking incredulous. "Huh? It's my birthday, isn't it? Not theirs. I don't wanna share with those damn nerds. You made it for me. Not them." He explains, sounding like he wasn't gonna take any argument against it. You sigh resignedly, having already expected this; you made a second cake for the rest of the class to share, stored in the fridge.

A few beats of silence passed before he scooped you into his arms swiftly. He ignored your attempts to stifle your laughter and pleads to be let down. He knew you didn't mean it. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I have an idea. You give me a kiss for every birthday you've missed until now." He smirked. "And you stay the morning with me. That'll be enough of a gift." "But I spent good money on them!" You protested with a laugh. He shook his head playfully and brought you down to lay in his bed with him. He decided you putting your head on his chest and relaxing in his arms was the ideal birthday celebration. He decided that ending up falling asleep together before breakfast was a gift. He decided you were a gift. You just had to be.

pumkin speaks: idk abt the ending but i didnt exactly know what else to do...but hey! i wrote a something! i deserve a pat on the back frfr. i wrote this kinda quick yesterday after i realized today was his birthday so yeah. also yes im still working on getting an idea for that chuuya fic and starting the yuji fic 😭 itll be done eventually...anyways though, happy birthday bakugo‼️‼️ thats kind of all i have soo...bye!

likes, reblogs, requests, and feedback are vv appreciated! divider credits go to r0se-designs. thanks for reading, have a nice day!

#pumkin writes #x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha #bnha #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo

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melissatalks · 6 months ago

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Been thinking bout you

Request: "A story where it’s a person with adhd at a Renee concert, and she sees them stimming or smth and they have a talk and exchange numbers, ect ect. Go crazy with it !!"

A/N: I was soooo excited to write this one!! Also I didn't know if you wanted gender neutral but I only write gxg. It's not my best tho.

Y/n pov:

It's a Saturday morning, my friend had gotten me Snow Hard Feelings tour tickets as an early birthday gift since the show happened six days before my birthday. I grew up being a huge Broadway nerd so when I had the opportunity to go to New York to go see Mean Girls I made sure to have the best tickets and have a chance to meet some of the actors at the end of the show. Luckily, I met Reneé and I have been following her work ever since.

It was 7 AM and I was now getting ready to go line up to have a chance to get barricade. Léa said that she would pick me up by seven thirty so I had to hurry. I put on a long white skirt with my snow angel crop top. I put my hair up in a half up half down adding a little blue heart shaped hair clip. As I finished my look, I heard the buzz of my apartment ring. Grabbing my coat, I got downstairs then took the bus with Léa down to MTELUS.

After queuing for a few hours, we got to the barricade right in front of where my long time celebrity crush will be standing in a few minutes. I had forgotten to take my pill this morning so my energy was taking over. In such a crowded place it was hard to move which meant that I couldn't let any of it out and it resulted in me playing with my rings, picking my skin or even hitting myself. As the concert finished, my once long nails were short, the buts on my fingers were bleeding and my arms had a few bruises on them. I felt incredibly guilty knowing that it was all my fault but it is what it is. Léa and I were crying in each other's arms before walking to the meet and greet line even though I have met her before, I'm still so nervous.

Léa was filming as I walked up to Reneé. She immediately pulled my into a hug while I sobbed in her shoulder. When I calmed down Reneé asked me if I wanted her to pull away and I shook my head slowly.

"I do gave limited time baby but let me tell you, I've been thinking about you a lot recently and when I saw you in the crowd I was like genuinely so happy." She said in a low tone all while continuing to smile. She has such a warm and welcoming smile.

"Also I dont wanna be indescrete but I saw your hands are you okay?" Reneé continued this time looking right into my eyes.

"Uh yeah...I needed to get energy out and so I stimmed...you know how it is." I answered feeling honestly embarrassed even if I know I shouldn't be.

"I do, do not worry. Alright well I have to go but check your pockets." She whispered in my ear, tapping the left pocket of my coat discreetly.

When I got home, I remembered what Reneé had said and found a note that was scribbled "You're cute and funny, you also seem really fun to hang out with. Here's my number." I feel like if I'm in a fanfiction. Let's just say I went to sleep feeling pretty good that night.

A/N: short oneee made that while rewatching spirited away 🫶🏻

#renee rapp #renee rapp x you #reneé rapp x reader #renee rapp imagine #renee rapp x y/n #renee rapp x reader #oneshot

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year ago

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Basic Training Ch 3

A response to the prompt: "You're staring." Thanks to my harem cohort @vintageshanny @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally @powerofelvis and @whositmcwhatsit

Summary: Bess heads to the dance the Morale, Welfare and Recreation Committee for the 37th armored tank division is throwing, and manages to avoid dancing with the most notorious soldier on post, who cannot seem to take his eyes off her.

Warnings: None! Wait, kissing. Swear words. This may be the slowest burn yet. Probably typos, I wrote about 1K words over the last three days and then the rest in a fever dream. So.... may not make sense. Also I am pretty sure the first phase of basic training would not have them in tanks yet, but....I am playing fast and loose with Army life in this one.

Word Count: 5. 3 K

This is my newest WIP, please like, comment, reblog and tag and let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.

You can catch up on the previous chapters here

Basic Training Chapter 3: Just Kiss Me

Saturday, April 5, 1958

7:30 p.m.

The Schwartz Residence, Killeen

Just as her shoe hit the bottom stair, Bess realized she had left her lipstick in her room and was turning back around to grab it when she saw Kay sitting in the living room, dressed in a pink cocktail dress. Her puffy crinoline skirt was gathered in a heap around her as she shifted in place, adjusting her pearl necklace.

“Um, where do you think you are going?”

Kay looked up, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she eyed the tight, fitted sheath dress Bess was wearing. She smiled at how the white sequins and embroidered red flowers glowed iridescent in the dim light and whistled low.

“Who are you dressing up for? The guy who you snuck in last weekend?”

“What makes you think there’s a guy, Katherine, honestly. I don’t sneak men into our house.”

“Uh huh, so you’re all gussied up in your favorite dress just for a bunch of enlisted soldiers?”

Kay grabbed her purse and followed her sister to the door.

“Why are you being weird Bess, I always come with you? You’ve been going to army dances since you were sixteen. I’m about to graduate, plus, I told Dickey I’d meet him there.”

Bess sighed, thinking of Kay’s latest boyfriend. She supposed that she should be happy because he seemed like a harmless nerd, and, according to the files she had pulled on him, was not married, inbred or bankrupt.

“I just - we - I didn’t invite you to this dance because it’s an enlisted platoon. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wow, you must really like who ever it is, if you don’t want me to see you with him. Too bad. Dori called earlier and told me to come. She’s been trying to reach you all day, by the way.”

Bess locked the door, and they got into her car.

“Can you believe her date?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Of course, then it all made sense why you guys would be messing around with an enlisted tank unit. How did Dori even get involved with their MWR Committee.”

Bess rolled up her skirt so she could comfortably drive, and shifted into reverse, arching her eye bow at her younger sister as she did.

“How do you think? She asked to be reassigned to it two weeks ago.”

“Man oh man, she really is lucky. I wonder if we’ll all get to dance with Elvis?”

“Look, Kay, they sent out a memo to everyone, do NOT make a spectacle over Private Presley. Just act like he’s any other solider”

“Of course Bessie bushka. I’m on my best behavior.”

Bess looked Kay in the eyes as they pulled through the base gate.

“I am just going because I told Dori I would, I don’t wanna stay too late. So maybe Dickey Rooney can drive you home if you wanna swing all night?”

“Yeah, sure, ja volt. You don’t have to be ein klafte, Elisabet.”

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The tight cloth of her dress didn’t have much give, and Bess regretted her choice as she tried to keep up and hold on as she danced

“Look, this is tactical move that requires delicate maneuvers—”

“I’m not spiking the punch, Jim.”

Bess huffed and got into her rhythm as they kept up with the band’s rendition of “Tutti Fruity.” If she let her self relax and swing into each step, it was almost like old times when she, Jim and Ben used to go out dancing in Austin or Killeen and she’d take turns dancing with her fiancee and his best friend all night. They had been the three musketeers. But that was last year, when she had a fiancee. And a different future peering back at her from her crystal ball.

The music brought her out of her silent reverie, and Bess looked to her where the band was performing on stage. The lead singer’s voice reverberated through the building, echoing up into the tin ceiling and back down again, making the room buzz with energy. There were six people in the all-Black Flapjacks: drums, guitar, bass, trumpet and then a male and female vocalist. The men wore matching silver dinner jackets and black bow ties, and the beautiful, Black woman had on a gorgeous silver dress with tulle flowers at the bust.

Bess took a deep breath, her attention shifted back to Jim, whose hands were always steady, but never needy. She was grateful he had agreed to come when she called last night and asked. A year ago they had spent almost all their free time together. Stalwart, an honorable prankster, Jim wasn’t shipping out to the Army Intelligence station in Heidelberg for another two months and Bess wondered if their friendship would end. If Ben’s new German wife would win him over and, like his friend before him, Jim would forget all about the last three years of shared adventures and promises of a lifelong friendship. Men mean it in the moment, Bess thought, I suppose women do to. Forever. What a meaningless word. How can we plan forever when we cannot know the future? The song ended and Jim escorted her off to the side. She looked for her sister, and found her swaying with her beau towards the back, hands clasped together between the lock-eyed look of first love.

“I forgot how good a dancer you are, Schwartz. And in that dress, whoowee! You’re a knock out tonight.”

“You can cut the flattery, Jameson, still not spiking the punch.”

“S’not flattery, how dare you insinuate that I would be disingenuous? You look good all dolled up, s'nice to see you this way. It’s almost like fun Bess is back, though a year ago she wudda helped me spike the punch.”

He took out his large, dark leather flask and handed it to her after taking a nip. Bess’ face scrunched up in distaste as the vodka burned down her throat, but she greedily held on and took another long drink.

“A year ago I didn’t work here, I was just hanging out with some of the reprobates from the German language division. Now it would be bad form for a Front Office secretary to spike the punch.”

“Look around, Bessie, this crowd needs to relax. They’re alllllll keyed up waiting for that Hound Dog.”

Jim was right, a heightened sense of anticipation pervaded the warehouse, even the strings of colorful paper lanterns seemed to sway with anxious excitement above them. Bess looked over at the big bowl of punch, next to the trays of deviled eggs, brisket sliders, the lime jello mold filled with seafood salad, pineapple upside down cake and more. She was sizing up the punch and checking her breath as they waited for the next song when she heard a wave of hushed murmurs ripple through the large room and turned to see Elvis, Dori and a few other soldiers in dress uniform enter the dance together. Bess’ eyes narrowed as Elvis’ looked at her.

Jim followed her gaze, then met Bess’ eyes.

“There he is, as handsome as he looks in the movies.”

Bess’ grimace could have cut through glass as she turned to her friend and elbowed him.

“Not you too?”

“What, art thou so high above us mere mortals that you don’t find Elvis Presley attractive, Schwartz? To gouache for a scholar like you?”

“It’s Private Presley now. And I’m not made of marble, Captain. Of course I recognize his attractive features. He just isn’t my type.”

She sniffed, and grabbed the flask from inside Jim’s uniform, the breath coming out of her nose forcefully as she drank a long draught.

“I’ve met him, actually, already. I was there.” Bess took another drink, tipping the flask back again and noticing that the liquid didn’t burn so much this time. “When he asked Dori out. I’m happy for her.”

Elvis and Dori began walking toward them, and Jim noticed how Bess’ stance changed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, suggesting that she what felt was the opposite of 'happy for Dori.'

“Well, I was at the press conference his first day here, at least four reporters asked if he has a girlfriend. Said he was playing the field so many times, sounded like a broken record.”

Bess straightened as she watched Elvis’ hand tighten around Dori’s waist and push under her bust while the blonde leaned into it and introduced Elvis to some of the eager MWR committee members who had stopped them.

“Yeah, that would be the alternate version of Hound Dog, it’s on the B side.”

Jim chuckled at Bess’ joke, but she didn’t notice, she was busy watching the Hound Dog himself, and caught Elvis glance over at her and give a little nod before his lips bent into a smirk. She realized she was frowning and plastered a big smile on her face. Jim watched this exchange with interest as Bess turned back when he spoke.

“Yeah, I see what you mean. Definitely not your type.”

Bess scowled and whispered for him to stop as Elvis, Dori and another soldier approached them.

“Why Captain Daniels, how nice to see ya over at this little ol’ dance for the 37th, are you Bess’ date ta night? Or sneaking in to try and meet you-know-who?”

Dori giggled and playfully tapped Elvis’ chest. In case, you know, they didn’t get whom she was referencing.

Jim nodded and shook his hand to stop Elvis and the other soldier from saluting him.

“Oh, neither, actually, I’m just here to make sure Schwartz doesn’t spike the punch.”

“Don’t believe a word the Captain here says. This is a great introduction, by the way. Captain Daniels, meet Private Presley, you know Doreen of course, and then, well, I cannot say we’re acquainted.”

The liquor had loosened Bess up and she giddily put out her hand to the other soldier, as Elvis fiddled with the blue dress uniform cap under his right arm and took charge of the conversation.

“This is Rexadus, I mean, uh, Private Mansfield, he’s in the 37th wit me, another Mephisss boy, we were inducted ta gather, actually." Now Elvis was turning his hat over and examining it, speaking with confidence, almost as if from a script he had rehearsed in his head. "He’s a solid, solid, guy. He really is. Guess I’m lucky, since he’s spending all his time stuck in a metal box with my ass - I mean stuck with my behind.”

Rex her shook their hands with tight, swift grip and a warm smile. Jim raised his eyebrows at Bess.

“And how do you find the Army, so far, Privates?”

“Well, it was easy ta find, just follow all the tanks.” Elvis smiled and looked down. “Nah, well, speaking’ jus for me, I mean, I was real honored when President Eisenhower sent me an invitation to this here costume party, and all the boys are real nice."

There was that scripted voice again, Bess mused. She had seen under the hood and Elvis' attitude toward being drafted had not struck her as honored and grateful.

"It’s not easy, golly, I tell you, it’s really whooping my - uh - caboose. But I never felt I earned my supper so well, that’s the God’s honest truth.”

Dori giggled like Elvis was the wittiest man in the world, but he barely noticed, his eyes were focused on Bess and she coughed, uncomfortably. It was hard not stare back. She almost forgot to breathe, and exhaled deeply as she forced herself to look over at the band.

Her eyes trailed over to the food, and she looked back at Elvis with concern, knowing he rarely actually went to the mess hall. He had been meeting her at her back stairwell every evening at 5:15, opening her car door and getting in without even asking. As if it were his own car and sliding across her seat was the most normal thing in the world. It actually did seem normal now, and had become part of her daily routine these last three days. They sat there in their own private enclave, and every time, as he laid his head between her thighs and rubbed her waist, she told him that they were just friends hanging out. Yesterday they’d talked past dinner hours and she’d ask him if he didn’t want to go to get food, prompting Elvis to share how someone had yelled out in line at him Monday, asking if he missed his teddy bears, and he hadn’t gone back since. Sergeant Norwood’s wife, apparently, was providing him with a loaf’s worth of peanut butter sandwiches every night. But that wouldn’t have happened this evening and Bess thoughtfully looked over at the food table.

“You must be hungry. All of you, I mean.” Bess stuttered, trying not to stare at Elvis, which, for some reason, backfired, because consciously trying not to made her think about him even more and she failed horribly at being able to stray from his blue eyes for very long. “Because you just got here. Of course.”

Dori smiled and took this as her cue to play hostess and lead Elvis away to the refreshments.

“Yes, of course, of course, y’all must be hungry, doing those tank exercises all day. I made the seafood dip over there in the jello mold, it’s a recipe from Ladies’ Home Journal, you simply must try it and tell me what you think.”

“Aw, darlin’, I don’t, don’t eat seafood.”

“The brisket is pretty good.” Bess chimed in.

Dori smiled even deeper.

“Hmm, well, I suppose it’s probably ok for a Yankee like ya self, Bess honey.”

She pulled her arm tighter around Elvis, leading him to to the brisket as Bess heard her say, “Personally, I find Millie’s brisket a little bland and dried out, but come on, you’re a growin’ boy, need to refresh ya energy.”

Dori’s giggle trilled back as she walked him away and Bess frowned again when Elvis turned back over his shoulder, clearly grinning deeper as he took in Bess’ eyes following him.

She made small talk with Rex, mentioning how the last time she had heard this band, The Flapjack’s, they had played all of Elvis’ big hits and there had been none tonight.

“He bribed them.”

Rex whispered, looking over at where Elvis and Dori stood, as she fed him a deviled egg and then a brisket slider, sticking her finger in his mouth to lick the barbecue sauce off. Her high laugh echoed all throughout he warehouse, prompting Bess to roll her eyes.

“Bribed them?”

“Yeah,” Rex continued. “Not to play ‘Hound Dog,’ not to play any of ‘em. And he bought cases of cigarettes for all the guys in our unit. He wants to make sure tonight is nice, smooth, and normal. As it can be for him, I suppose.��

Before she had the opportunity to inquire further Bess was distracted by the band as they started up a new song, a rendition of Johnny Mathis’ “Chances Are,” and she watched Dori squeal that she loved this song.

Bess smiled at Rex.

“Well Private, want to cut a rug?”

He hesitated. “Uh, I think -" he looked over at Elvis, who was making his way to the corner of the dance floor. “Probably better if I don’t, gonna go check out the chow.”

“C’mon, you little Yankee, I’ll dance with you, even if you have no taste in brisket.” Jim took her hand and raised his eyebrow. “By the way, Elvis Presley is in love with you Bess.”

“Stop it, Jameson.”

“Did you see how his buddy hardly touched you?”

“How would he know? These boys don’t talk about their crushes in their bunks at night. ‘Sides,he is here with a date.”

“Oh fooey! Elvis doesn’t have to tell him anything, all Rexadus, or anyone need do, is clock how that boy looks at you and, man, that’s all she wrote. You don’t dance with another soldier’s girl, it’s the code. Dori doesn’t stand a chance, honey, he’s just too polite to turn her down. I bet his mama is just like her. Which is probably why he likes you.”

Bess gave him a stare.

“Ok, maybe not exactly like Dori. I cannot see the good Mrs. Presley making you go all the way to Dallas so she can dress shop at the boutiques. They were share croppers, right?”

Bess nodded at Jim as she swayed with him, attempting very hard not to look over at where Elvis and Dori slowly danced.

“Something like that. Very very poor. But Jim, you dance with me, and I was your friend’s girl for two years.”

“That’s different Bess, I hate most women.” Jim looked back over at Rex and his voice trailed off. "Most people, actually. You are saving me from all the eager beavers here looking to snag an officer as a husband.”

“Well, looking around, some of them would probably settle for snagging just a night with an officer.”

They laughed and Jim led her around the dance floor in perhaps the most chaste slow grip of any of any officer or gentleman that danced a slow dance that evening.

The song ended, and the band kept going with their version of Sam Cooke’s hit “You Send Me.”

Bess could not help herself, and found her eyes move to watch Dori press her cheek to Elvis’ and it made Bess’ stomach clench inadvertently. Elvis’ eyes locked on hers while he pulled Dori tighter to him, tilting his head with a smirk. Something in his eyes told Bess he could tell how much she envied her girlfriend, a fact she refused to even concede to herself as she looked away, scanning the room for her sister. To her dismay, Kay was now kissing her dweeby young lieutenant toward the back of the warehouse, not so much dancing as staggering back and forth in place.

Hitting someone’s shoulder, Bess turned to apologize until she saw Elvis had moved Dori right behind them. She stepped hard on Elvis’ foot, then apologized loudly and profusely. That didn’t get him to scout off and they remained dancing next to each other as Jim ignored Bess’s pinches at his wrists clearly signaling for him to lead her away.

“Why hello there, Moo Moo, fancy bumping into you here?”

Dori smiled big and pushed her hands further up around Elvis neck as she swayed to the rhythm.

“Moo Moo? Y’all are gonna havta tell me bout that” Dori giggled. “And look at you Bessie, honey, I just LOVE your dress.” Her eyes moved to Jim. “Y’all having fun?”

Bess stepped closer to Jim, nodding and avoiding the coy irreverence in Elvis’ dark blue eyes as she slyly tried to navigate her partner away from them. She kicked Jim’s shin to let him know that if he did not politely guide her away this very instant she would begin to kick harder.

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Leaning against the wall during a ballad, Bess found herself making a mental note that Elvis’ seemed to avoid dancing to the faster songs. During this one, he had gone off to get some punch and then started walking in her direction only to be assaulted by a troop of MWR committee members, offering him samples of the desserts they had baked as a pretext to come and talk to him. Bess smiled as one asked him to dance, then turned at Mabel’s voice, observing the rosy glow of the other secretary’s cheeks.

“Mhmmm, the punch is good tonight.”

Bess smiled, then leaned in to smell Mabel’s glass.

“How many of these have you had, Mabel?”

The older woman replied without missing a beat. “Five.”

“I’m cutting you off, I think it’s been spiked.”

“Of course it has. By me.” Mabel took her glass back, gulping the rest down with a wink. “Someone needed to liven up this funeral. Hold this for me, won’t you?” She asked, and Bess’ jaw dropped a bit as she watched Mabel cut in on Dori.

Bess wondered if Mabel still preferred Burt Lancaster to the movie star she currently leaned her head against, happily watching her colleague cozily nuzzle into Elvis tall frame. He was a good sport, joking and swaying with Mabel for a second dance, then stepping to the side and chatting with another swarm of woman who tried to contain their eagerness as they brought him another tribute of dessert platters.

Bess danced to The Flapjacks performance of “Jambalaya,” but quit as the music turned toward more and more ballads while the night went on. It was late, the people on the dance floor seemed to have coupled up and the decorum had slowly fallen to the wayside as the senior personnel disappeared. The air fell thick with a heady, hazy lust provoked by the swell of sweet, slow rhythm and blues and the release dancing provided from the stress of barracks life. Jim had ducked out, and Bess wished she had given Kay her keys and gone with him. She managed to stay as far away from Elvis as she could through he evening, which wasn’t hard. If Dori was not monopolizing him, he only made it a few feet before another woman tapped on his shoulder. During this time, Dori had cornered her and begun drilling Bess for information, asking why she didn’t pick up her phone anymore, and what the deal was with Elvis.

“Moo Moo? Is that a nick name? Are you sure y’all are just friends? Honey, say the word, and I will be on my way. I do not throw myself at men.”

Thinking of their double date last week, Bess restrained herself from explaining that this seemed to be Dori’s primary hobby.

“I promise, it’s a silly nick name, Moo Moo is what he called his childhood cow named, get this, Bess. I’m telling you, Doreen, we’ve just accidentally stumbled into a very casual friendship.” She rubbed her friend’s shoulder, and looked out at Elvis laughing with his dance partner.

“He's lonely, and just jives more with women. You saw him with Mabel in the office. I’m not saying I see wedding bells in your future either. But then again, Dori, you don’t want to get romantically involved with Elvis Presley, do you? I can only imagine the havoc he is going to wreak on the girls in this town once he gets his bearing and into phase two. That boy is a fast operator, so fast you don’t even know what happened and boom, you’re asking him out.”

Dori narrowed her eyes. “Mmmhmm. Well, honestly I don’t want to marry him, Bessie Boo. I just want to experience him. He is so soft, Bess. That jaw! And those eyes. Ufffff. And when he kisses you, oh, it’s like having lightening strike your cheek. I’m fixin’ to get more before the night is over, hopefully with my mouth.”

She winked as the song ended, and strode off to get him back. Bess had to giggle at the glare Dori shot a younger girl from the switchboard office who looked like she was about to ask Elvis to dance.

Lonely, awkward, and ready to be done, Bess rolled off the wall and told Kay she was ready to leave. Her sister politely told her to get bent, promising Dickey would drive her home. So Bess subtlety slipped out of the side door next to the stage and made her way towards her car, ambling slowly in the cool evening air. Bess found it a sweet respite from the crowded, stuffy ware house stuffy. Out here, it was peaceful, and she savored the darkness as she looked up into the black sky. The stars and moon were hidden by some clouds, and Bess tried to get lost in the murky shadows as she wandered away from the sounds of the dance. She begged the wind to tamp down the anxious buzzing in her head. It was then, when she paused in the passage way between two tall buildings, that she heard the sound of footsteps following her, and turned to see a tall, dark figure striding toward her with purposeful, swift steps. His shoulders were back and his hands were out and he slowed when he heard Bess speak.

“All dressed up and marching in a hurry, huh? Loose your parade, Tupelo?”

Elvis’ gait turned into a wide swagger and Bess stumbled into the building backing away from the force of Elvis’ magnetism. It was not a smart escape strategy because he followed in step, his hands on his waist as he looked her over.

“Al - al - always, the smart ass, huh?”

“I’ve been a smart ass my whole life, Tupelo. Try to keep up.”

Elvis shook his head, chuckling low.

“You’re staring. Stop it.”

“Honey, if you didn’t want me to stare at you, shoulda worn a different dress.”

She gasped, and Elvis stepped closer, his right arm up against the wall while his left moved over her waist and he whispered into her forehead, his voice was low, teasing, almost babyish.

“Be honest, Moo Moo, did you come out here cuz you wanted me to chase you?”

Bess looked at the eaves of the building above her, she could hear the faint sound of the band back at the dance playing “The Girl Can’t Help It” and Elvis hips swayed very slowly at half time with the beat.

“Nope, I, I was leaving, actually.”

“How could you leave without dancing with me, baby. Not even once. An ya hardly even talked to me all night. Every other girl in there is ready and rearin' ta pounce on me, but you make me come chase after you?”

“I’m - I’m not like very other girl, Elvis. I’m not trying - trying to ….”

The way his thumb trailed up her arm made Bess shudder and she lost her train of thought.

“Hmmm. Not tryin’ to what, Moo, huh?”

He leaned into her ear as he spoke, and the skin on her bare shoulder prickled as his thumb rubbed over it while he whispered softly.

His voice was warm on her neck, and it reminded her of the first summer Mama drove her and Kay down to Galveston spontaneously for a week. They had stayed in a cheap motel across from the beach and enjoyed the warm Gulf water while eating fried shrimp and hush puppies and getting sunburnt. There, in the golden sun of the Texas Gulf, Bess had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to move through the world. No, standing where the sun met the surf had set her free, and she had become a wild animal dancing in the water and screaming into the waves while the sand crabs tickled her feet.

Elvis’ breath on her neck had the same effect. She felt wild, relaxed, totally at the whim of her body as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at his half-lidded eyes. She wanted to pull him close and scream into his mouth, howl at the untamed force of nature that rippled beneath his cheeks. He tightened his hand at her waist and kissed her neck, but then stepped back at her shudder.

“Ya scared not scared of me, Moo Moo, are you?”

She shook her head, but trembled as Elvis fingers feathered lightly down her arm.

“You don’t never have to be scared of me, baby, I won’t ever hurt you.”

“Elvis, I -”

He kissed her neck again, murmuring into her skin. The top of his cap rubbed into her hair. “Wanna get out of here? Go somewhere we can jus… Talk?””

Just as Bess began to answer, she felt a light sprinkle of water on her nose and looked up as it started to drizzle down on them. The rain brought her wits back to her and she gently pushed Elvis away, feeling the water increase and her hair slip down over her face. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“You are here on a date with someone else, and I have to go home.” Squeezing him in a tight hug, she kissed his cheek one last time as he nodded, before removing her heels and sprinting off through the puddles to find her car.

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Bess had managed to wash her face and get her dress off before she succumbed to the extreme need for a pot of hot tea. Now she stood in her kitchen, towel drying her hair and shivering as she waited for the kettle to boil. Hearing a knock at the door, she yelled out hurrying to the front of the house.

“Kay, the door is open! Or is numbnuts a catching disorder - shit.”

There was Elvis, hat in hand, on her front doorstep.

“Numbnuts?”

She swayed to the side, watching the back of a white Studebaker whirl around the corner. A white Studebaker very much like the one Mabel owned.

“My sister’s boyfriend is not the sharpest shooter in his platoon.” She held her robe closed as she looked down at her thin, white silk night gown. The thin matching robe didn’t do much, but she felt more decorous pulling it over herself.

“Did Mabel sneak you off post?”

Elvis grinned mischievously and strode past her into the house

“Hello to you too, Bessie, whatcha cookin, good lookin'?”

Closing the door, she shoved him as he walked backwards down the hallway.

“Don’t you hello me, what are you doing here?”

Elvis unbuttoned his jacket, and draped it around her shivering body.

“Still cold honey?” He drew her in, rubbing her shoulders. “Let me see if I can warm ya up.”

His jacket was still cozy with the heat of his body as he drew Bess into him. Breathless, she let him enclose her in his embrace, folding her arms into his chest as she lifted her chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“There she is, there’s a good lil Moo Moo.”

Elvis leaned down to bundle her further into him, his hands moving inside her open robe to caress the sides of her body, his nose stroking hers as she closed her eyes and whispered into his jaw.

“Elvis, you shouldn’t be here.”

“I know honey.” He pulled her closer, kissing her cheek at the fold of her earlobe as Bess crushed into his.

Her mind was racing, racing the with knowledge that at any moment her 17 year old sister would come home and probably know how to work the door knob. Racing with the knowledge that her father and mother were flying back to Waco tomorrow and she needed to be rested and alert when she drove to pick them up. Racing with the knowledge that Elvis Presley was the absolutely worst choice for a romantic entanglement or fling, not just because he was famous, handsome, rich and probably already dating any number of women in Los Angeles, Memphis and God knows where else. And therefore, an unimaginable person to be seen with publicly or explain to her family.

But it was worse than that, she could already tell, from the way her mind bent towards him all through the day when he wasn’t around, and directed itself to him with an intense, buzzing focus when he was. For these reasons, she knew he would be the worst kind of all-consuming distraction that she could possible let herself get involved with right now.

Her mouth had other plans. Namely, how could it find his mouth?

“Elvis.” She mumbled as her lips brushed the nape of his neck and her hands wrapped around his body.

“Yes Bess?”

He looked down at her as she tried to find the words she wanted to say.

“I - I - I”

“I know honey, you don’t date soldiers.”

She smiled a lazy, goofy half smile.

“Mmmhmmm.”

He gripped her tighter, pinching the flesh at her sides.

“Honey, dating is not the word on my mind right now. I am not interested in asking you on a date.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I do not have no intention of driving up to your house in my pink Cadillac.”

He kissed her nose.

“I don’ wanna have to come meet ya mama and shake your daddy’s hand.”

He kissed her cupid’s bow.

“And I definitely ain’t about to take you out to fancy restaurant and buy you dinner.”

He kissed her lightly on the top of her mouth, his teeth grating over her lip.

“I do not want to date you, Bess.”

“Good, because I don’t want to date you either.”

“So don’t date me, baby. Jus kiss me.”

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baltimorebullets · 2 months ago

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in an effort to continue exposure therapizing myself into saying things out loud in public + make my dedication to media consumption slightly less passive, i have decided to write some thots on my Weekends at Regal, which are most weekends. i am not a particularly well accredited critic but lord knows that has not stopped those before me.

THE OUTRUN (2024) - sigh ten thousand years. this one is going to be straight oversharing.

so it's kind of a weird dynamic when you come from a family with uh heavily prominent substance use disorders but it's a quirk that skipped you but also it's a familiar enough sort of expression of pain that it still in a way feels like home and something to rest your head on. i have my own Forms of Expression that have razed my life on my behalf and also driven me to start the fire.

so there are these back to back scenes of the main character, rona, says, in rehab, that'll she'll never be happy sober, and then in the next scene, a flashback, she hammers the final nail into her marriage while mid-relapse. and it's just. so. hmmm. so often when people say "misery loves company," they mean it in a crabs in a bucket sense, like because i am suffering, i want you to suffer the same. and there can also be a lot of pressure for recovery narratives to be uplifting, and positive, and parabolic, and just... sun breaking through the clouds optimistic.

there's not a lot of sun in orkney. rona spends most of the movie bitterly faithless and alienated and feeling her way around new rock bottoms and disappointments, and then physically isolates herself even more. and it works. you can hear "healing is nonlinear" one million times and it won't mean a damn thing until, randomly, you hit the right note. a year ago i ... i don't even know. i was a husk of a person, and i didn't know if anything was going to change. and then something did, and i still didn't feel it for months. and then i did. and now it's....... now, and i still don't know what i feel, or what to do, or what i even want to do. i cannot give as solid a 🙂👍🏽 as the outrun ended on. but i have, i guess, performed my own sort of outrun, and it's better than it was, and i want to believe that's still building towards something better. and artistically i continue to be grateful for everyone who will extend their hand and just say, "god, this shit fucking sucks, huh?"

in some ways i guess it's not an entirely revolutionary movie, but it was a good movie for me right now. in short,

SATURDAY NIGHT (2024) - had a bad case of barbie (2023) disease ? which is to say that i liked both movies but they were also, imo, a bit too worshipful of their subjects, even in their attempts at a challenge, and it could become a bit of an overwhelming flavor in enough scenes that it held the whole film back from being As Good As It Could Have Been.

the most egregious example in barbie were the mattel corpos who just, like, had to have been forcibly defanged into being hapless but well-meaning at some point. saturday night ... really tried to have it both ways. like we'd spend a whole bunch of time with our edgystraightwhiteman heroes doing edgystraightwhiteman shit, and then we'd get a scene garrett morris or the female cast members being underutilized, and for the most part, it didn't quite manage to meld the two tonally.

simultaneously, it very badly wanted to remind us that these were counterculture radicals doing something new and dangerous and brave, which, like yes? maybe? i'm not a tv nerd nor a comedy nerd, and there is a danger to not being able to see steps forward. simultaneously, there's a danger to nostalgia that isn't even truly nostalgia, and the reality of snl is that, for example, its issues with sexism didn't end with its cast being typecast, as seen with the sanz case, and that is the reality of the environment lorne michaels continues to oversee to this day ! and, sure, chevy chase briefly got cucked, but we also know he goes on to be chevy chase, but we also know he goes on to be... chevy chase.

on a different note, woo, that soundtrack! mr batiste! sir! babylon (2022) was another movie that came to mind as i was watching this; babylon's crime was that it was way too fucking long, saturday night's was the weird Look At Our Heroes! moments, both were bolstered by a soundtrack that forced the momentum up and onward. despite my kvetching to this point, when saturday night got going, it went. there's a real romanticism to the momentum of when the show must go on, which i am not immune to, and i think the sound and the directing and the cinematography captured it really effectively when it wasn't all ground to a halt every time the characters had to say more than, like, four lines to each other.

but how good was it, overall, really? i keep returning to the barbie comparison. as a terminal film bro, saturday night does appeal to my artistic tastes more directly. but i worry about giving too much credit to Things That, Traditionally, Make A Movie Good, over its actual content and overall craft, and the things it tries to whitewash are objectively worse. however. i did enjoy it. but i was also a little annoyed. but jon batiste, y'all. damn.

#reviews by b #i guess ? we'll see if i keep this up ??#anyway yay sportz tonite

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thevexinator · 1 year ago

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Davmin shitposting

[enemies to lovers in denial, bisexual hostility, they want one another dead, they're going to gage a fistfight in a denny's parking lot during a thunderstorm on a saturday night]

Happy birthday David!!

[🌺🌻]

David: You know I absolutely despise you, right?

Min: Well, if that were true, you would not be clinging to my waist right now.

David: Shut it, nerd.

Min: Let go of me, then.

David: Fuck you, I do what I want.

[🌺🌻]

[Min, suffering from her insomnia]

David, on two hours of sleep: What's up with you?

Min: ace snores like a thunderclap.

David: You can just say you forgot your meds.

Min: they are not working.

[🌺🌻]

[In a room full of people]

David: *kicks Min's leg*

Min: *full force stomps his foot with her heel*

David: FUCK-!

[Everyone looking over at David]

David: ... i slammed my shin against the counter.

[he's too weak to say it was min]

[🌺🌻]

David: MinMi~n... [whining] I need to de-stress... [even more whining]. [He loves the smell of the essential oil she uses]

Min: Just say you want to cuddle and call it a day.

David: fuck off.

[🌺🌻]

Min: Put on a jacket, it's cold out.

David: Don't tell me what to do.

[David was freezing outside]

[Min goes to take her jacket off]

[Charles stops her]

Charles: No. Let him learn that his actions have consequences.

[🌺🌻]

[David throws himself onto Min]

David: Tell me how pretty I am!

Min, sighing lovingly: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are.

[They got into a squabble after that]

[🌺🌻]

Hc section:

- They sooo want to kill one another it's insane

- Their beef dates back to when they got into a fight on a Neopets forum

- Mfs kissed once and said never again [they did it again]

- David has a penguin squishmallow that reminds him of Min

- Likewise, Min has a small Cinamoroll plushie bc it reminds her of David

- They're the bisexual acespec hostility I didn't know I needed until I thought abt them [it's been 2 years] [help me]

- They're both in denial

#enemies to lovers #i just think theyre neat #theyre in love your honor #theyre so silly #they will pay for their crimes #and they can go straight to hell #drdt #danganronpa despair time #min jeung #david chiem #hcs

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patriciavetinari · 1 year ago

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 🩵

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Oooooh, an activity! Love those. Greatly appreciate.

1. An early night. You know the kind. When everything has been just exhausting, when you get home and maybe have a lazy snack, kick your shoes off, claw off the bra and the jewelry, wash the face with warm water or find courage for a whole shower, and then just crawl into nice sheets and Exist for a while in peace. Maybe read or watch something, scroll through comrade's blogs and memes. And the best part, you think you've wasted time and stayed up too long despite everything, and then you check the time and it's a wholesome 10:07 pm and you turn off the light and fall asleep and the world seems decent for one night. I am criminally bad in arranging those for myself.

2. Some sort of a creature I get to see. A dog being walked. A cat chilling on the windowsill. An butterfly doing her thing. Some crows that hang out near my bus stop every morning. A ladybug on a leaf, snail on a fence post. Another dog being walked. Surprisingly, a horse being led past my front window (? i'm still not sure why but hey, a creature). Bumblee butt sticking out of a flower. Seagull on the head of a statue: classic. Horse part of the horse drawn carriage as a tourist attraction in the city center. Pigeons. Once back in winter, on a freezing morning after an even more freezing night, I saw two seagulls trying SO HARD to break into a completely frozen discarded slice of pizza, probably someone's dinner from last night. One of them was grabbing it by the crust and shaking its head violently to break it apart, at some point slapping its mate with the said pizza across the beak. Peak comedy.

3. When it's raining and picking up to a thunderstorm and you get to stay home. Perfect no plans Saturday weather. You get your little bowl of soup and your cup of tea and it gets 'worse' outside, maybe the wind even tears your cracked window wide open (yeah I keep my window open during thunderstorms and I will die on this well ventilated hill). And you don't have plans, nothing pressing anyway, you can just sit and enjoy this. Extremely pleasant stuff.

4. A nice outfit on my favorite me. I mean, I have a streak of vanity, not gonna lie, and I enjoy the aesthetics. Feeling nice, looking nice, making something in the wardrobe work, this small act of creation of an image of self – it's nice. It doesn't exist in vacuum of course and there's some baggage to unpack there, but it still makes me happy when dress pretty and hair sets good.

5. Libraries. I know I know, nerd tumblerette answer, but genuinely. I've never seen a library I didn't like, be it a small town one with no copies of Marx or big Historical Importance one with columns and hard wooden floors. The atmosphere itself is an instant calm. Usually very nice muted noise level. Smell of books and books and books. Feels like time stands still, like the world is decent again. Books ranging from stupid to lifechanging and you get to prticipate in figuring out which is which.

Putting all of the above together, it must mean if I could be in a library while wearing a nice outfit, with a creature like a cat at the fingertips, a thunderstorm raging outside and a bed also present in the library to have an early night in right there – I would probably have an orgasm.

#nice things ask #ask #ironedorchid

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nathank77 · 8 months ago

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3/24/24

4:27 a.m

Why is my youtube so dead? I worked so hard on my videos and I have over 160.. I also have achievement hunting and a wide range of different kinds of games.

I mean beyond that my tags are good. I learned the right way to tag. I even posted myself on true achievement.

I have been having random anxiety.. at first it started with my eyes like what if I lose control over one or something bc of a tactile..then I started to think about what the real anxiety was about. I'm anxious about going to my dad's but I jsut won't go tomorrow if I don't sleep well or at all. I'm a little worried about sleep. I'm worried about talking in my sleep but I'm not going to look into it or talk to my Dr about it I don't want to lose my Xanax... to her I sleep like a baby.

I'm going to start my lie... reporting Kristen doesn't mean I can't lie and say I recovered. The only people who have to release information for my report, is Elise, Mike, Erin and Kristen. That's it. So soon I won't hear Behavioral Health anymore.

Although I'm worried about how the conversation will go but I'll just make sure she knows I have almost normal thyroid levels I'm hypo and I have tried to sleep without the drugs many nights and I can't cause of my insomnia and xanax works great and had saved my life.

I think I have anxiety about all the things I have to do although that's coming to an end April 1st minus Kristen... but yea all the incessant drs appts will go down to my t shot and therapy. Minus one ultrasound and a dentist visit I'll reschedule If I have to.

I feel like I have anxiety about nothing and everything at the same time.

I know I'm sick of hallucinating. I've been so productive I haven't gamed since last Sunday... I'm going to game this Sunday... I just haven't seen much of a point.. no one watches my hours are at 12! In 28 days! Thats it. Despite my wide range of content.

I feel like I'm always being attacked by my hallucination. I'm a little worried white mulberry will make it worse but it's a fucking tree extract it's not like I am on antipsychotics.

I'm anxious I'm going to spend every night alone until I end my life. No one swipes on me... no one likes me for me.

I guess overall I feel very unfulfilled with everything in my life. And idk why I'm fighting.

Actually I do, I love myself too much to kill myself. I have tried and I can't fucking do it. I can't kill someone I love this much. I wish I hated myself bc then there would be some mercy but I don't hate myself.

I don't even dislike myself. I hate my brain chemistry but it doesn't define the silly dorky guy I am. I hate that I'm dorky but at the same time it's everyone's else fault they won't give a nerd a chance. I'm pretty awesome glasses and all..

Either way I'm entirely unfulfilled in my life. I watched movies with my mom and I hardly hallucinated then I came in my room and I've been hallucinating just a little bit too much and when I check things and count its like it gets more intrusive or louder... but it doesn't really get louder just more intrusive.

All I know is it's exhausting trying so fucking hard and dealing with this chronic hallucination. I haven't even had one day this week I got to stay in the house. I have Sunday to look forward too... and then 4 days of back to back things to leave the house for. Then new Hampshire since I smoke like a chimney either Friday or Saturday..

I wish I could meet someone, I wish I would stop hallucinating. I wish I wasn't so God damn alone. I wish my brain would stop attacking me 24/7 and give me back my old life in which I'd appreciate so much more if I grow old alone...

So yea. I'm unfulfilled. Anxious and my hallucinations is a bully that lives inside me and even though it isn't scary, smart and it doesn't say much more than happy birthday and my dead name, I mean I feel constantly attacked everything I hear happy birthday or anything. I try not to think so I don't hallucinate my own thoughts...

Sometimes I imagine happy birthday or other things it says and I know if it ever stops I'm going to be traumatized just as much as I am now.

Today when I was with my mother I had a few flashbacks of the earlier days as I spent a lot of time with my mom bc I was so scared all the time. I def have ptsd from it. And it won't stop.

And once it does, I'm going to think happy birthday and it's going to be chronic flashback.

My ptsd isn't why I hallucinate... but nonetheless I def have flashbacks. I don't really have other symptoms. I just have flashbacks to everything that happened and this never ending hell that hasn't stopped and I fear never will.

What if it doesn't? What if I spend my life alone? I truly love myself too much to kill myself. Eventually in a few years if I'm still single and hallucinating, I will mercy kill myself but I'll cry about killing myself. About killing someone I love so much who had so much to give and tried so hard and just wanted his shitty old life back.

It'll be awhile.im incredibly unfulfilled and I look at that chart for the "short term" recovery from psychosis and its 36 months...

36 months is considered short term. I mean I'm almost at chronic on April 10th it's good chronic doesn't mean I'll never recover. All I know is hallucinating and microsleep gave me flashbacks.

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httpiastri · 1 year ago

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thinking about booksmart reader and streetsmart Clem again (because I am book smart-) and I’m just thinking about them being almost glued to each other in the paddock in such adoring and lovesick ways that it literally becomes a part of clems reputation and he’s just now a nerd who loves his girlfriend, and since she’s always a round she ends up getting roped into doing like promo videos and interviews and clem takes any chance he can to talk about how much he adores her and wouldn’t be here without her

loveeeee 🥺 i love this so much 🥺 book smart reader x streetsmart clem is such a good combo!!! this is very late because i started writing when you sent it in but then it got lost in my drafts..... i wrote it in second person, hope u don't mind !! and also there's this one thing that i put in and it's so stupid but i couldn't stop myself 😭 you'll know when you see it....... i will regret it and probably delete it in the morning but i haven't slept properly in weeks so im too tired for my own good

you and clement first met at a mutual friend's party one saturday night. he isn't one to turn down an opportunity for a good time, so it was a given that he'd come along when his friends asked him.

you, on the other hand, had a friend who deemed you to be in desperate need of some relaxation, not wanting to see you spend yet another saturday with your nose buried in your schoolwork. you had told her that you could relax with a good book in your own bed, but she dragged you along to a friend's house, saying that a little alcohol and dancing never hurt anyone.

as clem mingled around the packed living room, his eyes stuck to someone who stood out from the usual partygoers. you were seated on a couch, engrossed in a thick book that you'd hidden from your friend brought in your purse. clem's curiosity got the best of him, and he approached you to ask about the book. he didn't know a lot about literature, but there was something in the way your eyes sparkled and your smile grew when you spoke that made him want to listen to you talk about plot twists and character symbolism for years.

as the night wore on, the conversation seamlessly transitioned from books to other topics, and the two of you found out that you surprisingly had a lot of shared interests. when the music grew louder and the partypeople drunker, he offered you a quiet retreat to the empty balcony. there, under the starlit sky, your animated conversations continued. and when clem mentioned that he was a racing car driver, and you admitted that you were pretty nerdy about that too, you easily slipped into a deep discussion about strategies and tyre deg (im sorry).

chatting with each other was effortless. he made you feel giddy without any alcohol, and you made him feel a sort of calm he didn't usually experience during nights like these. it wasn't something either of you expected when walking into the party – but you were both more than happy it happened.

before the night was over, he couldn't resist asking for your number. you obviously agreed, and as you entered your digits into his phone, neither of you could help but feel that you'd stumbled upon something special amidst the party chaos.

you met up again just a few days later, and then started hanging out as frequently as you could. it was hard to balance your academic pursuits and clem's racing with your growing relationship, but you early on tried to make each other your priorities and make compromises so you could spend as much time together. and maybe that's why it was easy for you to fall for each other.

he quite soon started bringing you along to his races, wanting you to see the sport from a new perspective while also letting you see a new side of him. however, you didn't think he was that different when he was at the race track – but his friends and coworkers around the paddock saw a big difference in how clem was before and after he met you.

he'd grown into a lovestruck fool because of you, and he was not ashamed of it.

clem, once the embodiment of street smarts, had embraced this new chapter of his life with an open heart, wearing his affection for you like a badge of honor. he loved showing you off, talking about you, having you by his side; he wore his heart on his sleeve, and everyone thought it was adorable.

your relationship came with certain habits and rituals. when going to sleep the night before a race, clem would lie on top of you in the hotel bed, head resting on your chest as you'd got one hand brushing through his hair. your other hand would be resting on his back, holding a book you'd bought in a cute little bookstore nearby. your soothing voice reading the words on the pages would lull him into a sweet slumber, and it would be your way of helping him out as much as you could for the upcoming competition.

and before each race, you would steal a quiet moment alone with him in an empty corner of the truck. with his heart almost exploding from the affection, he'd look into your eyes and press a gentle kiss to your lips. "for luck," he'd whisper, his fingers brushing your cheek lightly as a blush crept onto them. your kisses were to him like the fuel was to his car, giving him the power to keep going. and no matter if he'd return after the race victorious or not, you'd rush into his arms, holding him tight and letting him know how proud you were.

and then there were the post-race interviews, where clem couldn't resist gushing about you. you'd become well known around the paddock and among fans for your bright spirits and the way you'd transformed your boyfriend, so it wouldn't be uncommon for you to be brought up in conversations or questions. his eyes would light up, and he'd say "i owe it all to her. she's my good luck charm, my biggest inspiration". the racing community watched in awe as the formerly tough driver turned into a soft-spoken romantic, his love for you shining brighter than any trophy.

also i got this thought about how clem loves to take pictures of you reading because he can go back and look at them whenever he's away and the pics just make him calm when he misses you 🥺

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colormeconfused · 1 year ago

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Things are shifting in my head. Interactions with Anabelle are starting to feel giggly and fake, like I'm holding onto an image of myself. When we went shopping together before Addie came, she talked about her stained glass ideas. The entire time. And I'm happy she's excited for her creativity and letting it out is good. But I never got a "how are you?" You don't really give those either, not unless we haven't talked in a minute. Is that just a me thing? My way of caring? My way of saying I love you? But shifting- I've got no image to hold onto with you. I'm comfortable. I can lay on the floor and not feel a fool. I don't have to be one of the girls, or a gamer, or a nerd. I don't have to know everything or be tough. I can be small, sarcastic, silly, slightly impulsive. I can feel safe to cry, safe to smile at everything without a reason. You make me want to take up space. You make me want to be creative. Andrea is leaving today I think. There's a lot of bags in the dining room. I had to tell Aleks to clean up his beard hair again. Also had to show him the other day where the Clorox wipes were. The place they've been this entire time. Where I said they were when I asked everyone to wipe the counters down as often as possible. He said he wipes them down with soapy water. He will do more chores once she leaves. That's a promise and a threat. Minimum of wiping down the toilet. That thing gets gross under the seat and that's no one's fault but his. I wish you were my housemate. Cleaning would have gotten done. And if I did have grievances with you and your habits I would feel a lot more comfortable talking to you about it versus the unstable alcoholic with trauma, anxious gamer with the sad eyes, and complete fucking stranger. Really wish we'd lived together. We'd have vibed I think. At least in the same house, not same room. I don't think I was a good guest over at yours. We could have talked for hours and I couldn't get any words out. I was there for you and I should have done something for me. I miss the late nights at the boathouse. Talking and walking there and back. You know one of the nights I almost tried to kiss you on the cheek? Impulsive. Sorta. I thought long and hard about it, when and how. I chickened out. Obviously. I couldn't figure out how to get your consent. If you didn't meet her, how would have this summer been different? I wanna text you that I miss you. So much. Even though it hasn't even been a week since you left. But I can't bring myself to do it. Not when the first time you brought her up you told me you were exchanging I miss yous and the reverence in your voice made it sound like you two were saying I love you instead. But god do I miss you. I missed you every time I left your house just to text you 5 minutes later. I missed you every time you asked to reschedule something. I missed you when you switched from Saturday to Friday at the desk. It hasn't even been 24 hours since we last said anything to each other and I miss you so much. I can't get you out of my head. Why am I like this?

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A long weekend? What's the occasion?

It may be a combination of exhausted/frustrated and overwhelmingly busy? I do hope the day improves for you though. Even if you aren't able to go out and enjoy some time with your co-workers. Is that a regular thing?

I've not been shown DND at all myself, but happy to hear that you were able to unwind and do something for yourself though.

Ooh, Prime you say? I'll have to take a look tomorrow sometime (no need to give out your login to an internet stranger today hahaha). It's currently far past when I should be asleep. Lol.

When I say it was a hot day, I'm talking 38° Celcius (100.4°F for you). Tomorrow (today, lol) is looking to be even hotter.

It does sound like after a long day of being a responsible adult, that you have quite the nice evening planned out. I am definitely jealous of number 2 and 3 on your list for sure. Number 2 sounds quite lovely and number 3 is something I haven't had the chance to do in a long time. I miss getting violently high and masturbating the night away, followed by snacks and zoning out while watching something relaxing. What would be your current go to, if you have one?

Have a fantastic day and enjoy your evening later on. I hope the day doesn't become too stressful for you.

~ A Shy Mutual

Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend; we have Monday off! And we don’t always go out after work, but my supervisor’s last day is mid-week next week, so it’s a going-away party situation. (I do not like my supervisor, I was looking forward to going out with other coworkers who are attending, so it’s not the end of the world that I can’t go.)

Oof, I hope you can stay cool today! It’s 14°C and rainy where I am, so it’s much nicer than it’s been lately. Still good soup weather, though, and gross enough that I can justify getting super cozy. For munchies, I might stop on the way home and get some ice cream; I already have some Goldfish and some Ruffles at home in case I want something salty. I have everything I need to make hot cocoa from scratch, too. :) I’ll probably end up watching the next episode from a recorded DND campaign I just started watching (Dimension 20’s The Unsleeping City) because I am a ✨fucking nerd✨. I have some specific plans for how I’m going to get myself off, but I won’t go into those here. ;)

Get some rest!! I hope you have sweet dreams and a lovely start to your Saturday.

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tedesquire · 3 years ago

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Could you write smth with Egon x reader, your writing is all so good and they make me so happy. Please I’m begging :’) anything you want topic-wise, as long as it’s with Egon. Thank you and ily :))))

It's a Date

Description: You and Egon have been dating for weeks, though it would help if he knew that.

A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while… It’s probably something that would happen to me if I was 2% more unstable. Again, I love when people say "write whatever you want" but then I am faced with the reality of wow I get to write what I want... for a public audience...

“Egon, are you aware that there’s a woman at the bar who hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night?” Peter jutted his chin to gesture behind where you and Egon sat, a glint of mischief in his eye.

The gang had invited you and Janine out to a bar after their most recent bust, and while Janine declined, you couldn’t resist an opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend, Dr. Egon Spengler. It had only been a few weeks, but you were as infatuated with him as ever.

It began when he had asked you to tag along with him on a run to pick up some yeast and mold samples he had purchased a few towns over, inviting you to dinner as well. He made you smile, laugh, and he offered to pay for your meal.

“Wow, it’s almost as if this was a date.” You had teased, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, we’re currently two people in a social engagement at a particular time, so yes, a date.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You were over the moon, smiling for the rest of the night. Since then you had been on multiple coffee and dinner dates, park outings, and sweet nights just resting at your apartment.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?” Ray asked, bringing you back to reality.

You laughed heartily, shaking your head. “Ha ha Stantz, nice try.”

“Oh?” Wintson chimed in, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “And why wouldn’t he? Some girls like the nerd-type you know, look at Dana and Peter.”

“Hey, I resent that!” You raised an eyebrow, ignoring Peter’s cry of outrage.

“Because… Egon’s seeing someone…?” You were taken back by their lack of knowledge, eying the man in question, waiting for him to chime in. Was he trying to keep it a secret?

“Spengler, you dog! I take back everything I said about you! Well, a good 98%, at least. Who is the lucky fossil?” Venkman laughed, elbowing a chuckling Winston. You felt your heart sink. Did they really not know?

“No, I bet it’s Janine. Is it Janine?” Winston asked, genuine excitement in his tone.

“What about that woman from the bust last Saturday who was eyeing you… what’s her name…” Ray thought out loud.

“He won’t say anything! Y/n, you know who it is! Tell us. C’mon tell us.” Venkman begged, and you looked towards Egon, whose dark brows were furrowed in confusion.

“Me…?” You muttered weakly, the end of the sentence more posed as a question. The table burst into cheers, but you couldn't focus on anything other than Egon’s shocked expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, placing your hand on his arm.

“I wasn’t aware that we were in a relationship.” Panic bubbled in your stomach.

“What do you mean, we’ve been dating for weeks!” The table had quieted by now, all men equally lost as to what the hell was going on. Egon remained quiet, allowing you to think out loud. “You… you asked me to go pick up yeast samples and have dinner with you and you said it was a date.’”

“Oh my god,” Venkman cut in, not that you were paying close attention. “Is that an ionized class 4 apparition? We’re going to go check it out.” The three other men slid out of the booth faster than you had ever seen them move before in your life.

“And then,” You continued, voice started to crack as your throat became tense. “We had coffee, I invited you over for a movie, we’ve had dinner multiple times…” Realization dawned on you, instantly sliding out of the booth and standing.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god! You… you didn’t think we were dating. Because we weren’t. You didn’t say it was a date... You just mentioned it was a date, like an appointment. And I’m an idiot.” The music felt too loud, your heartbeat racing in your ears. You peered over your shoulder to find Winston, Peter, and Ray at the bar staring at you guys, immediately breaking contact to pretend as if they weren’t witnessing the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I thought you didn’t like touch too much so I didn’t try to…” You weakly tried to justify your actions.

“Y/n-” Suddenly it felt like everyone was staring, recognizing that you were a moon-eyed fool who believed in love so much you had made up a relationship with your coworker. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, tears welling and starting to pour down your cheeks.

So you did the only rational thing you could think of to do, you ran.

Oh god, how could you think that for one second Dr. Egon Spengler, an intelligent, handsome, and caring man, would take one look at you and want to date you? He had his pick of fans and fellow members of academia, and who were you? Just a little nobody.

You could picture it now; him laughing with the guys about obsessed with him you were, telling this story to women who hung off his every word. Soon the whole city would know about your foolishness.

As soon as you had started running you knew you couldn’t think of anywhere to go where Egon or the team wouldn’t find you, ruling out work and your apartment. And since you left your coat and wallet at the bar, that eliminated the option to hail a taxi. So the only place you could think to go to was Bryant Park, hopelessly believing that the fountain might cheer you up

How were you supposed to go to work? You couldn't quit- could you? No, that would be too rash, too babyish. You’d suppose you’d have to suffer through Venkman’s quips and the pitying looks from Stantz and Zeddemore. And you would have to muster up enough courage to be in the same room with Egon, look at him, or speak with him.

Maybe you could think about that quitting idea later.

“No wishes?” A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, grabbing a large rock you had placed on the ledge earlier and pulling your arm back to throw it. “Woah, woah! Don’t- uh! It’s me! Egon!” You met his eyes and sighed heavily, throwing the rock down by your feet to wipe your tear-stricken face. If you weren’t so upset you would have laughed at how panicked he seemed at the thought of you hitting him.

“Do you often sit alone in the city with a rock to defend yourself with?” You could tell Egon was trying to make the atmosphere less awkward, and usually you would love him for it but all you felt was shame.

“I’m a woman. It’s the 80’s. It’s late.” Your sentences were clipped, throat tense from crying. “What do you want, Egon?” You sighed, turning your head to face the reflection again. “Come to make fun of me?”

“I would never, you know that.”

“Well, I did believe we were dating so clearly my mental accuracy is unstable.” You sniffed softly.

“That’s not the conclusion I came up with.”

“How did you find me?” You jumped, noticing he had sat on the ledge beside you.

“You mentioned it weeks ago, when we went to check out the new additions of the occult section at the public library. You pointed it out through the windows. If I recall correctly you mentioned your fondness for the fountain and how you went ice skating near it a few winters previous.”

“You remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say.” You tried to stop your blush as tears threatened to spill again.

“Egon-”

“Let me explain. Please?” He waited until you nodded, standing back up to his full height and pacing in front of you as he spoke.

“While it’s true, I had no idea that you felt a romantic inclination towards me. But looking back it seems so obvious, I should have noticed. You let me talk to you about my theories and recent work, though you’ve told me time and time again you have no clue what I’m saying. You came with me to collect samples and eat out on a Saturday night when you could have been doing anything else. Every time you invited me for a movie you had multiple options and let me pick what I wanted to view. You made dessert each time because you know I have a sweet tooth.”

“You stack the basement full of water bottles to make sure I’m taking in enough fluids, you bring me coffee first in the morning before anyone else and make me non-caffeinated tea after 5 pm in hopes I will create a steady sleeping schedule. And you avoided trying to make me uncomfortable by touching, even when you thought we were dating.”

“Egon-” You tried to interrupt, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Everything you do, whether you realize it or not, reflects your true feelings for me, and I failed to recognize it. You care for me and accept me as I am…”

“Egon-”

“Please! Y/n!” He shouted, stopping his walk and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I- I’m trying to say something.” He took another deep breath, standing in front of you, tipping your chin upwards to look at him.

“I was so shocked at the back at the bar because I had a hard time accepting your romantic view of me. That you believed if I was in a relationship with you that I would not take you out on dates, take you to a restaurant, pull your chair out for you, pay for your meal. That I wouldn’t compliment you or call you beautiful, and you are, objectively speaking, so, so beautiful.” His thumb softly rubbed your cheek, his hand cradling your face.

“I can’t comprehend what would lead you to believe that I wouldn’t tell our friends about us the second we got together. That I would not hold your hand, hug you, or.. Or kiss you.” He seemed nervous now, breath shaky. His fingers were still weakly pressed against your chin. “I would be willing to do it all, if you were the one I was with.”

His hands never left your skin, an arm wrapping around the small of your back to pull you in close, his warm breath mixing fanning across your face. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, muttering something unintelligible before softly pressing his lips against yours.

You had been waiting, wanting this for so long, eyes fluttering shut and pressing your palms against his broad chest. Could he hear your heartbeat? You wondered, it was fluttering so loudly.

Egon invaded all your senses, the taste of the beer he nursed earlier on your tongue, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his lips and small calluses on his fingers against your skin.

The kiss deepened, a deep moan escaping from Egon’s throat. He had thought of this moment for just as long, if not longer than you. The first moment he laid eyes on you, applying for extra help, he knew he had lost his focus and resolve. He wasn't as smooth or charming as other men and therefore was quite hesitant about breaking the barrier of your friendship.

He snuck a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t another dream, or a hallucination. The way you gripped him tightly, your body fitting perfectly against his, it was as if for the first time in his life he didn’t feel shy.

You both separated, gasping for air, Egon pulling your head in to rest on his chest, petting it gently.

“Let me show you what it would be like to be my romantic companion. Let me try again. I will never make you feel unloved or unwanted, I promise.” He pressed another his to your forehead.

So yes, that night would go down in history as being one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, but in the years to follow, you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

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