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Can I request a Bob blurb? Maybe he has a really hot girlfriend and nobody believes him until they meet her? You can do whatever you want with this!
A/N: for the purposes of this story, the daggers are permanently stationed in san diego. idk if this really fits the request, but i look at bob and immediately think that man can dance, so....
also, the squad gives bob a bit of a hard time in this one, but i promise they love each other lmao and the length of this may have gotten away from me, but i had fun, so it's okay lol and this isn't proofread bc i'm tired so excuse any spelling errors (i'll stop talking now byeee!)
(p.s. see if you can spot the movie reference, 10 bonus points to whoever points it out)
Word Count: 2.2k
Content Warnings: none unless you don't like dancing ;)
Cheek to Cheek
Bob knew he wasn't really a "ladies' man." He was rather quiet and reserved, keeping to himself most of the time. He wasn't cocksure and forward, like Jake. He wasn't a goofy, shameless flirt, like Bradley. He didn't consider himself shy; he wasn't afraid to engage in conversation or make friends. Bob just preferred to sit back and observe. He liked to watch and listen, getting a good read of every room he walked into. Watching and listening was how he noticed you.
You were a sight to behold. Bob reasoned that you had to be new to the club because he would've noticed you before.
Bob doesn't get much downtime, but when he does, he likes to spend it at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Since he was little, Bob loved to dance. He remembers his mother teaching him a basic waltz when he was about seven. Gliding and twirling around the living room on top of his ma's feet are some of his fondest memories. He started ballroom classes when he was around twelve (he wanted to impress his date to his very first dance) and fell even more in love with the art. His repertoire grew and grew, having meticulously memorized different styles (paso doble was his favorite). He still loved dancing as he grew older, able to turn on the charm as easy as he knew the moves. He loved the way dancing made him feel. Bob never felt more free than when he was drifting about the dancefloor, leading his partner. He thought it was the closest you could get to flying while staying on the ground.
That's why, when he noticed you, he knew he had to have a dance. Thankfully, his regular partner, Julie, understood and agreed to the switch for the night (she was a great wingwoman). For as often as he was in his head, Bob usually never got nervous. He was nervous approaching you. He remembers it like it was yesterday. It was Lindy Hop night and you were wearing grey striped slacks, a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and an old, beat up pair of white slip-on vans. He was in his usual button down and slacks. One look at you and he knew he was a goner. You looked a bit disheveled, hair haphazardly put up and out of your face, making small talk with a few other members of the group. He thought you looked ever so slightly out of place and that it was so, so endearing.
Eventually, he worked up the courage to ask you for a dance. It did take more than a few pep talks from Julie to get him to go over to you, but she didn't have to literally drag him there, so it was a success. He asked for a dance, holding out his hand. You said yes.
One dance turned into two, then three, and eventually you'd danced the whole night away. You'd exchanged numbers before going home and then you weren't just meeting once a week at the dance club. You were making time to see each other whenever possible. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. It had now been six months since you and Bob made it official and you couldn't be happier.
Now, it made sense with his job and his general personality why the rest of the Dagger Squad hadn't known about you. They'd had conversations about their love lives often, but Bob had never really volunteered much information. You two had a good thing going and he liked to keep good things to himself for a while. Plus, the conversation rarely ever got turned his way. Bob was... very unassuming. The rest of the squad, except for Nat, never really inquired much about Bob's love life. It's not like Bob was purposely keeping you from his friendsâ it just never really came up. Nat was the only one who knew Bob was seeing someone and she was keeping it close to her chest out of respect for her friend and WSO, but also in the event that it spawned a bet. A bet she would surely win.
Eventually, one evening at the Hard Deck, the Daggers were all discussing their love lives once again. Mickey turned to Bob and asked if he was seeing anyone.
"I am, actually." Bob felt 5 more pairs of eyes snap to him, a collective "what?!" buzzing in the air at their inquisitive looks.
"You're seeing someone?" Jake asked, partially stunned. Bob wasn't offended, he knew he presented as a bit of a wallflower, and he was okay with that.
"What, you jealous, Bagman?" Bradley couldn't help himself. Jake's gaze snapped to the other aviator, challenging. Despite them both being on... better terms after the uranium mission, they still liked to jab at each other. Jake was usually better at itâ slow, persistent needling while keeping a calm and collected facade. Bradley was more direct, favoring an immediate reaction over slow buildup.
Before Jake could respond, Bob cut in, turning the focus back to him.
"Matter of fact, I am," He sat a little straighter, dusting his pants of remnants of the peanuts he was snacking on. Natasha took a swig from her beer to hide the sly grin that was threatening to break across her face.
"Romantically? You're seeing someone romantically?" Reuben questioned.
"Sure am." Bob pushed his glasses further up his nose. He was thinking about you and how he wished you'd been able to come out tonight. You had talked to Bob about coming by to meet his friends, but scheduling conflicts always arose.
"What's her name?" Mickey asked.
"What's she look like?" Nat played into it, ignoring the pointed look Bob shot her way. He was still thinking of you, particularly about how darling you looked when you writhed underneath him, but they didn't need to know about that. Instead, Bob refocused, a dreamy smile taking over his features and a rosy blush creeping up his neck, landing on his cheeks. He couldn't help but look at the ground for a few moments, then he relayed your name. It felt so natural falling from his lips. The squad was eager for more information.
"She's just... perfect. She's smart and funny and so, so beautiful. She's got these eyes that just... and her smile?" Bob sighs, he actually sighs.
"I don't buy it." Jake is the first to burst the bubble. "I mean, we ask you what she looks like and all you give us is "oh, her eyes, her smile"? No way," Jake throws back the rest of his drink. Mickey and Reuben nod, signaling their agreement. Natasha smiles devilishly to no one but herself.
"C'mon, Bagman, he's clearly telling the truth. I mean, look at him. He's actually lovesick." Bradley chimes in. He knows what a man in love looks like.
"Yeah, it's kind of disgusting," Javy pipes up, firmly siding with Bradley.
"Well boys," Nat claps Bob on the shoulder. "Looks like we have a bet on our hands." She watches the men around the high-top table, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hundred dollars in the pot says Bob's mystery girl is real. You in?"
Nat pulls out five twenty dollar bills, placing them in the middle of the table. Bob watches in amusement.
"Steep price, Natty, but I'll bite." Jake throws his wager in as well.
Eventually, everyone put some money in the pot, much to Nat's satisfaction, even if she would have to split the prize money.
"Alright, alright... When and where can we meet your lovely lady?" Jake asks Bob, who is glancing down at his watch.
"Uhh, this Thursday at the San Diego Swing Dance Club. Seven-thirty, sharp. Wear something nice, but comfortable." With that, Bob was throwing on his jacket and out the door, headed home to see you. He wouldn't have left so abruptly, but you'd sent him a text and he wasn't going to keep you waiting.
The Daggers were even more perplexed. Well, all except for Nat, but the rest didn't need to know about it.
"San Diego Swing Dance Club?" Reuben was taken aback. Jake was thoroughly amused.
"Oh I have got to see this now."
-
The week flew by, and eventually it was Thursday evening. You were excited to finally meet Bob's friends, he talked about them so often. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit nervous, fretting over your outfit and hair more than usual, not to mention your makeup.
"Babydoll, you'll look beautiful no matter what you choose." Bob had been sitting on your bed for the better part of an hour now, as you agonized over your outfit choice.
You sighed, coming to sit next to him. "I just want to make a good first impression." You rest your head on his shoulder.
"I promise they'll like you no matter what you wear." Bob presses a kiss to your temple. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.
"I'll go with the plaid pants then."
Bob huffs out a laugh, "Alright, baby."
-
The Daggers arrived at seven-thirty, sharp. Just like Bob had told them. Nat sent Bob a text, letting him know that they'd arrived. He excused himself from the group to collect the rest of his friends. He was excited, happy to share one of his passions with the people he called friends. He was also happy to finally introduce his girl to the rest of his friends. Bob made his way over to the rest of the squad, clustered awkwardly by the main entrance of the dance hall.
"Glad you could make it!" Bob pulls Natasha in for a hug and greets the rest of the guys in a similar fashion.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Bobby." Jake says, eyes sweeping the room for a lady to take home for the night. Bradley and Javy were doing the same. Mickey and Reuben had brought partners for the eveningâ a double date.
The group fell into their usual rhythm, easy conversation and a few friendly jabs here and there. Almost forgetting the reason why they were there. Almost. Jake was just about to bring up the fact that they still had yet to meet Bob's mystery girl, when the intro to Thurston Harris' Little Bitty Pretty One started playing from the bandstand. It was jive night, which just so happened to be your favorite. Scanning the crowd, your eyes found Bob talking with his friends. 'Well, it's now or never,' you thought, and you were beelining towards your boyfriend so you could make it onto the floor for the first dance. Bob was just telling Nat about this new recipe he tried out for dinner when he felt a tug on his arm. He turned to look at you and smiled.
"Bobby c'mon, can't miss the first dance!"
He looked back at his friends, "Be right back," and Bob was off to the dancefloor with you. The Daggers watched as he whisked you away, stepping into a seamless jive. You felt like you were positively flying, floating through the air, feet touching every cloud. The way you and Bob danced together was something special. You could read each other in a way most dance partners wished they could. Feeling the music, keeping in time with the rhythm, anticipating and adapting to every move the other made. Improvisation was the purest form of art, the amount of trust placed in your partner is unlike anything else. You and Bob had something special, there was no denying that, especially as you were twirling across the floor.
"Who knew he could move like that?" Javy had to pick his jaw up off the floor.
"They make it look so effortless," Reuben looked utterly amazed.
Jake had to admit, he was impressed. Game recognizes game and damn it, Bob Floyd had game. It really was always the quiet ones. You were pretty, and you seemed fun. You seemed like you'd be good for Bob, even though they hadn't technically met you yet. Jake couldn't even be mad that he'd lost the bet. What he needed now was to learn how to dance like Bob because apparently, that was a great way to meet a lady. You and Bob were out of breath when you rejoined the group, introductions going a smooth as ever. You like the squad and the squad liked you. By the end of the night, you and Bob had shown everyone how to do a basic jive. Reuben, Mickey, and Javy caught on quickly, feeling comfortable enough to join the people out on the main floor. Bradley and Jake needed... help. Nat was managing, wanting a bit more time to figure the steps out before trying them on the floor.
Before everyone knew it, it was ten o'clock and the band was saying goodnight. You and Bob were saying your goodbyes, ready to head home. Once you and him were out the door, Natasha turned to Bradley and Javy.
"Alright, we split this three ways and make sure to absolutely rub it in Jake's face." Nat divvies up the cash and Bradley and Javy take their cuts. Javy gives a curt nod and a smile before walking to his car.
Bradley turns to Natasha. "Can I walk you to your car?" He offers his arm.
"Sure," Nat smiles and accepts.
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King-Ohger x Gotchard pre-Chou Eiyuu Sai talk show
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Pep talk before CEYS
Impressions of each other's series
I want to attend XX Academy!
I am King of XX!
Role reverse: What role do you want to play in the opposite series?
link to watch
1. Pep talk before CEYS (02:08 -Â Â
The teams haven't seen each other much save for shooting the SHT intersection. Six months have already passed between then and CEYS (Sep '23 - Feb '24)
Spanner vowed to deliver a passion not shy of KO team
Host joked KO team seemed passionate because of Kaku's physique
Taisei: I saw CEYS a year ago, seems just yesterday, looked forward to the event very much
Aoto: I hope it goes smoothly without trouble.
2. Impressions of each other's series (03:45 -
Rinne: most impressed by the body swap episode, particularly Himeno-san's kabuki pose.
Erica: Sorry for doing something the real Kaguragi never did. Gotchard is a very energetic show, compared to King-Oh's more serious tone, I feel recharged watching Gotchard.
Renge: KO cast are very good friends with each other. The Gotchard cast are friends too, but the kings' bond is something only forged by having worked together closely for an entire year.
Yzy: Not only is the show energetic, but the cast is too behind the scenes. I am the youngest in KO, but the main GT cast is even younger. They are very dependable. (Kaku: sorry for sounding condescending haha /j)
3. I want to attend XX Academy! (05:38 -
Rules: What skill do you want to master? It can be realistic or imaginary.
Matsumoto Hiroya: I want to type fast on a smartphone
Host 2 (Shinomiya Akira): Rita-sama's scream
â¤ď¸Cooking
đDriving
đFine art
đDialect
đ¤Muscle training
đ¸ď¸Drawing
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đť Minato: Tonkatsu
Minato: Tonkatsu. I love fried pork chop. A school for tasting, making, and if possible, raising the pigs.
Host: What type of tonkatsu do you like?
Minato: ăăăŁăă [sounds like Sauce-ne~, filler words meaning "yeah, right~"] Thick cuts and slightly rare on the inside.
where Aoto made a pun of ăăăŁăă "Sauce" [for dipping tonkatsu]. Aoto murmured it to Matsumoto Hiroya instead of saying it out loud, and it hit Kaku-san's laughing point to others' confusion.
Minato: um... IÂ prefer salt for seasoning to dipping sauce đ
â¤ď¸Â Taisei: Cooking academy
Taisei: Well, I can only depend on myself for cooking, so I kinda want to improve my skills. I even bought a set of knives.
Erica: What do you want to make?
Taisei: Garlic shrimp, maybe? French food seems to be on trend right now.
[Houtarou wrote ćç (Cooking) too but in Kanji unlike Taisei in English]
Houtaro lives with his family and cooks with his mom on dayoffs.Â
Kaku/Masashi: That's just like in the show!
Host 2: Sakai-san, please visit [Houtaro's] mom.
Taisei: LIke a training camp.
Houtarou: Yes, please. Let's make Donburi together. I don't really know what "Garlic Shrimp" is but let's try it out!
[Garlic Shrimp is in Katakana/English, in Japanese it's ninniku & ebi.]
(everyone laughs)
Erica: That's just what it means literally! đ
Houtarou: We have garlic at home, I just don't know what "shrimp" is... Is it some kind of mushroom?
Kaku: Tracks, they both have the "sh" sound.
Houtarou: "Sh" as in mush, and "rimp" sounds like little cut-up pieces?
Erica: Hint is, it's something from the sea.
Yzy: Then that can't possibly be mushrooms.
Houtarou: Some kind of seaweed?Â
Erica: It moves around a bit more than that.
Houtarou: Wakame!
Host: Not even close!/j Please do some research after the show.
đ Aoto: Automobile Command academy.Â
Aoto: Yep, [just a regular] driving school. I haven't got a license yet but I love going on drives, so I could only ride shotgun because I can't drive myself. I want to pay back my drivers so far.
Erica: ah the rest of the king cast.
Aoto: (shy) What do you think?
Hiroya: You look like you ride a motorbike.
Aoto: No, I've never been on one.
Masashi (?): It suits you.
đ§Spanner: Tension Crank-up Academy
Spanner: I want everyone to catch up to my hype!
Host: but the Gotchard cast seems like they're all pretty easily hyped?
Spanner: No. (to Renge) I'm the only odd one, right? (Renge nods) Actually I should just go there and sit by myself right?
Kaku: Yeah, right!
(laughs)
Host 2: Totally wrong answer in a totally fitting tone!
Spanner: Hey, I'm compromising already!
Host 2: Ahhh this is getting out of hand XD
Kaku: "Tension Booming!" [Kibun Bunbun, boonboomger roll call]
(dead air)
Spanner: See? No one is doing tsukkomi [straight man, pointing out irrationalities for comedy].
Erica: Ah, so the reason is there's no tsukkomi character in your group. The others look like they are more comfortable playing boke [funny man]. Maybe that's why the cast seems so cheerful.
Spanner: Who's the tsukkomi in your group?
Erica: Over here. (gestures to Yuzuki and Masashi) Team West.*Â
*[t/n: 1. My best guess of Ni-Shi is "Western [Japan]" based on their hometowns being further west than the others. There's a stereotype that Kansai/western people are funny, although neither đ or đ¸ď¸Â is from Kansai to be exact. Taisei is from Fukuoka, the same region, Kyushu, as Yuzuki, but it's been established pretty early on he can't do tsukkomi. 2. Another guess of Ni-shi is "two colours" as in more-black-than-purle Yuzuki + white Masashi? 3. Or it could be "receive"??]
Kaku: So who will it be on your team?
Spanner: I choose... our best boke, Junsei.
Houtarou: Wahhhh don't sell me out!! ToT
Taisei: Someone else for the tsukkomi position?
Spanner: There's Minato-san, but when he's tsukkomi-ing, it's always under his breath. No one can hear him.Â
Minato: I'm not confident...
Spanner: When we were talking about tonkatsu just now, he kept leaning back... Sensei, can we get a tsukkomi out of you from now on?
Minato: *mutters* okay...
4. I am the king of XX! (13:56 -Â
Rules: Name yourself, or someone else in the room, as king of something.
Host 2: If anyone in the Gotcard is king of something, I suppose Motojima-san... is the king of shrimps.
Houtarou: Yeah, that's right! Please allow me the honor. No, for real, somebody tell me what "shrimp"Â is!?
Erica: Another hint, it has a lot of legs.
Houtarou: Octopus!
Kaku: Not even close!
â¤ď¸MasculinityÂ
đMasashi->White [fair skin]
đSpontaneous trips
đinternal rhythm
đ¤Muscle training
đ¸ď¸Aoto->Fried chicken (karage)
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đ¸ď¸đ Masashi: Aoto is the king of fried chicken.
Masashi revealed that Aoto brought fried chicken to work every morning and would generously share it. He also brought some today too. Aoto quickly took over the explanation and said Masashi is one to read between the lines, like Jeramie. Truth is, when Aoto brought the nuggets, Masashi would snoop, "Hey, what flavour did you get?" Aoto then (have to) say, "You want one?" and give him a piece. The next person would say the same thing and Aoto had to give him a piece too, that person is Taisei. And the worst of them chicken "sharers" is Yuzuki. To her complaint, Aoto mimicked her reaction when given a piece, "Ehh~~~ Really?!"Â
[t/n: lmao i could totally get why Aoto would be annoyed by Yuzuki because his imitation sounds absolutely like she's pretentious about it lol. but I could totally see Hirakawa Yuzuki doing that too lmao.]
đąSabi named Spanner as king of long legs.Â
đ¤ Kaku-san named himself as the king of muscle training. (Minato loves muscle training too) Kaku-san's weightlifting record is 130kg in barbell.
Rinne is king of video games and Renge plays a thief simulator game and got her into it too.
đ Erica named herself as the king of spontaneous trips. She can go anywhere and by herself. Last year she went to Osaka and Kyoto for two days unplanned. After she finished work in Kyushu, she stopped by there before coming back to Tokyo. She loved both sightseeing and eating. She re-visited the temple from a family photo taken on a childhood trip.
đ Yuzuki named herself as the king of internal rhythm. Because King-Oh nearly always films indoors, they can't see the sun and often wonder what time it is. At which they'd turn to Yuzuki for the answer. She estimated the current time to be 12:56, which is just 30 seconds faster. [t/n: She talked about this in tge cinematoday interview 06:13 before the series starts]
5. Reverse Offer (25:03 -Â
Rules: What role do you want to play in the opposite series? It can be a real or made-up character.
â¤ď¸manly man chemy
đevil riderÂ
đmad scientistÂ
đa chemy that keeps screaming non-stopÂ
đ¤kind muscular older-brother typeÂ
đ¸ď¸a chemy that can grant any wish
[t/n: đ¸ď¸a chemy that can grant any wish -> that's just Doraemon right.... re: relay interview]
đ¤Â Kaku: a kind muscular older-brother type
no alchemy, just a kind muscular older-brother type. I will be your personal trainer. You all look a bit slim, leave it to me :D
Minato: a monk, who'd fit in Toufu
đ Renge: Moffun
Renge: It got a lot of cheers from the audience, so it must be very popular.
Yzy: It'd be interesting to see a Kansai-dialect Moffun.
Renge: [kansai dialect] "Why do you hide your eye? mofu~"
Yzy: Hired!
â¤ď¸Â Taisei: a manly man chemy
Taisei: I want to become muscular too, after watching Kaku-san the past year. (straight face) Even his naked body, in the main series.
Kaku/Yzy: Hey!
Taisei: (straight face) I'm quite envious of his physique. I want to try working out in the future
Kaku: Okay, I can teach you...
Taisei: Thank you ^_^
(conversation starting to get lost...)
Kaku: Gotcha! [sharp cut keyword]
Spanner: What will your manly-man chemy sound like?
Taisei: ...
Taisei: Gotcha! \(^o^)/
đ¸ď¸Sabi: Pet (Jeramie's)
Masashi: So you want to be my pet?
Sabi: Woof!
Masashi: Hired!
đ Aoto: Evil Rider [proceed to solo-act his oc's story]
Aoto: I want to henshin as a villain. At the very end, he redeemed himself and died protecting the hero, "Remember... something something..." and I die.
Hiroya: That'd be a challenging role.
Host 2: We've seen your Royal Arms, how will your evil rider henshin?
Erica: Don't you always talk about thisđ? With the rain.
Aoto: ahhh. Yep, I've got the scene set. At first he was a good guy, then we flashback to his past, a rainy day, the old man who's been taking care of him died in his arms. "AHHHHH", I scream, and the belt materialises "churn churn churn". With blood all over my face, "HENSHIN!! ARGHHHHHH". Like this.
Host 2: A Henshin powered by screams, I see. Minato-sensei, you were an evil rider, what do you think?
Minato: That's more like the hero's backstory. A little like... Spider-man?
Kaku: It's too cool, isn't it?
Aoto: I will henshin with a fried pork chop chemy.
đśď¸ Houtarou: King Gotchard
Houtarou: I want to go to King-Ohger's world just as I am, and see what kind of people will follow me if I become the king of gotcha
Host 2: You can take today as an opportunity to ask the kings for advice. What quality does a good king need?
Houtarou: Yes, please. Charisma for sure, what else?
Kaku: If I have to say... aura, perhaps.
Hiroya: You are not answering "muscles" for once?
Houtarou: Honshin? Honkaku? ćŹĺżďźćŹć źďźGenuine? Authenticity?
Kaku: Honkakuha chuuka ćŹć źć´žä¸čŻďźAuthentic Chinese restaurant?
*laughs* [t/n: treat it as a dad joke đ
...]
Houtarou: No no no, what's that word that means the very base of something.
Spanner: The core. (ć ¸ĺż kakushinn)
Houtarou: Yes, I meant to say "at the core".
Masashi: What kind of kingdom do you want to build?
Houtarou: A bright country! Where everyone can get creative and invent their own recipes like Houtarou.
Kaku: Just like Toufu!
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The round up is just more pep talk. The talk show is filmed a few hours before CEYS.
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t/n: I wrote this because of an request. At the very least I want to sub Aoto and Yuzuki's segments. The talk is too funny but quite long and no few jokes. If I end up getting around to it will def be November. Also the op of the video is absent for asking permission...
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17a and 3b?
hii, thank you for the prompt!
prompt game posted here
17a + 3b = the semantics are totally outdated + but they canât talk
word count: 3.4k | pairing: jonathan x nancy
but i can't live by those stakes, the semantics are totally outdated -sam fender, last to make it home
Her summer, china shop. Lowe and HollowayâŚtwo biggest, most aggressive bulls a matador could wish for.
And even that is such an undeserved accreditation, that semblance of animal majesty and dominance and punch, since her chinaâs literally in mint condition. Sheâs doing just fine, the guys donât scare her. Theyâre not capable.
Her issue isnât fear, itâs rage. More rage than Jonathan knows what to do with at times. The flush of red on her face, the urge to choke in her hands, the hair-pulling (his hair, not hers) and the pacing, all too wayward in his pen, burning up each of the four corners at once. Not that heâs much of a firefighterâpretty clear that he likes for a girl to take everything out on him, as long as her methods are nonverbal. Heâs not gonna smother a flame when he could just let the flame smother him. He loves a good path of least resistance.
Things are different between them, inside the Hawkins Post. She can see him struggling with that, with meanings lost and rules rewritten, her amendments unfairly implicit as she switches up on him, forcing her sweet mariner into the Atlantic with his map of the Pacific. No, his map of the Wabash River. She doesnât mean to respond differently to him, itâs just that she has to be careful with the way she carries herself here because no one wants to take her seriously. There arenât many wins to be had by a teenage girl in this building, and there really arenât many wins to be had by a teenage girl who lets her boyfriend dote on her in this building. The pep talk thing, the passive pity, the hey come here youâre okay after any negative reaction she hasâŚheâs making it worse without realizing.
Sheâs making it worse, too, though. In her own way.
Keeps getting them in trouble, for example.
Today they're in trouble because of what she convinced him to do yesterday. Apparently, leaving work ten minutes early is really a no-no. Her bad. (She needed out, Loverâs Lake was calling to her. They donât go much, but when itâs raining? When itâs raining that lake belongs to them. No other couple in town is weird enough to go in thunder and lightning, it is their thing, they own it. Privacy is a guarantee. Never mind that inducing the feeling of drowning has been a secret placation of her survivor's guilt lately, a quiet way to exhaust herself and surrender to nature's embrace for a while, to let it take her over, knocking her down a peg as it comes down in heavy sheets. It should have been her on that diving board two years ago, it really should have.) She never said their date habits were healthy. Oh, except the splashing, the splishing. Thatâs a normal couple thing. Very healthy.
Theyâve been given different punishments for slipping out; heâs meant to be folding all the newspapers, sheâs supposed to be stapling reports. Itâs 4:45, and they just started. They usually use this time to clean up, but whatever doesnât get done before five is unpaid work.
So thatâs fun.
In the main room they serve their silent sentence, each stationed at opposite ends, less than consumed by their tasks. Thereâs an early golden hour effect outside; she can tell with the warm glow thatâs seeping in between the window blinds, teasing her, testing her, tempting her to just walk out again. Despite her best efforts to focus on work and keep her distance from Jonathan, she does think about him a lot under this roof. And other roofs. And every roof. Like now, sheâs thinking about how heâs staring at her and how strange it is that she knows heâs staring at her even with her eyes cast down.
I can feel that.
She combats the softness of the sentiment with a hard press on the stapler. Loud click is overly loud. Obnoxious. Swiping the heavy thing across the desk, she lets it clunk against the lampâs square base. If he wants to daydream about her, heâll have to romanticize her inclination towards inanimate object abuse. (Imagine the emotional release in banging that ashtray on this typewriter. Personally, sheâs imagining it.)
She tips her head up to check on him. Okay, he is romanticizing how pissed off she is. Blinks at her like sheâs some unusual celestial something at the end of a telescope, pretty and rare. He brightens up over there as he realizes that he got her attention, making a small posture adjustment, leaning her way. Still slouchy, of course. She wants to glare, she does, but the edges of her gaze are being anonymously softened and all thatâs left behind is a tender, conflicted expression. What do you want from me, it says. This is intern detention after all. Not social hour.
With a gentle glance he offers her some support, devoid of any pressure or demands. Nothing, Nancy.
She ducks her head and goes back to her report stack. But as quickly as she dives back into the task, she comes out again. He has something to tell herâshe can feel it. When she looks up, he's tapping his thumb at the base of his throat, which is kind of weird even for him. His hand hovers near his collar before he motions to her, a silent prompt. She takes the signal and touches the same spot on her neck, brows knit together. Your necklace, heâs trying to say, miming the action of spinning it around, repositioning the clasp and extender so that theyâre at the back and hidden away. Your necklace is backwards. She fixes it accordingly, embarrassed by nothing in particular itâs justâŚyeah, Bruce Lowe definitely doesnât need to be provided with any joke bait below her neckline.
Bonus points for the ever attentive boyfriend. Just this once, his tendency to space out and stare at her has gotten them somewhere. Good boy.
She busies herself with the stapler, determined to get them out of this place sooner rather than later. Count, separate, slide, straighten. Staple, stack, repeat. Repeat repeat repeat. She wishes she had someone to compete with, to race against. Her brother, maybe, because Jonathan isnât competitive. Then this would go faster. In the warm office, heat sprawls on top of her, slowing her movements. Sweat has already pooled at the small of her back, gathered behind her ears, formed a light sheen along her jaw. So much for box fans.
Her mind strays away from the chatter around her, a few abrupt fantasies now steering her thoughts. Hormonal thoughts. Sheâd ignore the love rush if she could, but itâs on her, on her like a sticky lotion in June weather, soaking slowly into her skin. Being seventeen isâyeah. Difficult.
Crazy difficult, once you factor in the need to be a professional mini-adult and not associate with the person you take to bed.
Thereâs justâŚitâs her, and Jonathan, and the necklace, and sheâs taken off the necklace, held it taut against his neck, not choking him per se, no, but softly sawing at him with the chain until there are faint red lines impressed in sensitive flesh. Who knows where this came from; sheâs never done anything like it. Doesnât typically play so rough with him that thereâs physical evidence more severe than your average hickeys or scratch marks. This job is turning her into a hazard.
She indulges for a couple seconds longer in the dumb image that had momentarily eclipsed her reality. Heâs not looking at her when she looks up at him, but somehow it feels like their telepathic dialogue is still going, born from shared frustrations.
I want to be done here.
I know, weâll be done soon. Weâre fine, keep stapling.
And maybe she wouldnât have to take off the necklace. Because he has his tie, his not-so-nice tie. Okay, without sugarcoating, itâs ugly. The one thatâs currently loose, gray with diagonal brown stripes, pencil-thin stripes; it would be way more fun to pull across his throat compared to her necklace. Of course, she wouldnât lead with that, sheâd be counteracting with the super soft services of a needy mouth, settling on the kindest way to release her anger and affection in one fell swoop. (Why is it that the uglier the tie design, the bigger her heart? Sheâs wanting him bad this afternoon.)
In a moment of distracted clumsiness, she knocks over her box of staples, several of the refill strips breaking apart on the ground, their clatter piercing through whatever awful discussion was being had by these overpaid husbands and fathers.
âWuh-oh,â Bruce interjects before carrying his conversation on. Not as big of a deal as when she fumbles a lunch order, but bad nonetheless; sheâs on her knees in a dress, catching everyoneâs double takes. A sideshow act to glance at intermittently between unrelated one-offs and cigarette drags.
Jonathanâs soon kneeling by her, ready to lend his assistance. Yeah, absolutely not.
The more he helps her, the more of a girl she is. Her eyes plead with him, begging him to remember that any perceived dependence on him will undermine the tiny shred of social authority she has here.
I love you, but get away from me.
Pouting, he backs off, an achy longing lingering between them. He chooses instead to go tend to the coffee grounds sheâd yet to throw out.
Despite the distance enforced by circumstance, and her annoyance, she remains fixated on him, finding some solace in that mental landscape. When they leave this place within the hour, everything will go back to the way it was, and she can go back to speaking in a language they both understand.
She scoops up the staples and tidies the desk. Resumes her work without a second thought, waiting for the embarrassment to bleed out of her.
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By five after five, theyâve almost finished up their punishment tasks. The office is more peaceful than before, hushed and dreamy, as their older colleagues file out, letting paper cups and gum wrappers fall into trash cans whose bags she and her boyfriend replaced an hour ago.
Tom switches off a couple lamps, touches his watch (with that bizarre air of supremacy and boredom). On his way out, he claps her chair on the back. âKeep up the good work,â he says. âNo more sneaking out early.â
At least sheâs getting credit for something. For leading the rebellion.
She watches Fallon, the receptionist, push in her desk chair and begin to pull at the hem of her skirt. As she passes by Jonathan, she carelessly drops a keyring into his lap, instructing him to lock up when they go. She also calls him Jordan. Not a thought in her head.
âYes maâam,â he mumbles, âhave a good night.â
Theyâre left all alone when the last footsteps fade away, and she shifts in her spinny chair. For possibly the first time today, she takes a deep breath in, a deep breath out. This is good. This is better.
Itâs sort of warm and sweet and spongyâcakelike, sheâd sayâthe growing sense of comfort she has in the privacy thatâs been laid upon them. That, or sheâs hungry. They should pick up a cupcake from the bakery downtown. Key lime, lemon, one of their seasonal flavors. No, wait, the bakery closed a few minutes ago. Not that they get much business anymore. (If they shut down and the mall ruins her and Jonathanâs cupcake sharing thing, she might choke someone. She might kill.)
Though her gaze is locked on him, he keeps his head slanted down, not acknowledging her or their privacy.
She taps the desk, slides her tongue behind her teeth, resentment creeping in amid neglect. This is the part where their tension falls away, right? The part where he apologizes for overdoing the boyfriend thing, and then gives her his undivided attention until one or two in the morning, thus overdoing the boyfriend thing, but in the right place at the right time. Trying to make up for the shittiness of their internship, trying to help her bubble wrap all the china in her china shop before morning comes around again.
Heâs slumped down over there, sleeves cuffed, collar half-popped, movements slow as he calmly creases his final papers. The box fanâs soft currents delicately ruffle through his hair, and at first glance, he doesnât have a care in the world. At second, though, heâs wearing a bit of a frown, moodily refusing to acknowledge anything but himself and his newspapers.
And yet. She canât deny the magnetic pull drawing her that way. With a defiant flip of her hair, she sets out to close the big gap between them and put an end to the ridiculousness. They shouldnât be ignoring each other upon being given total privacy, not even for a second. Reaching his space, she stops in front of his chair, leaning back on the edge of the desk. Sheâs the wall between him and his paper stack.
He sighs, eyes cast up to her. âHi.â
âHi,â she parrots.
âYouâre done?â
âPretty much.â
âMe too.â
Heâs still in that place of self-minimization, that corrective headspace following the staple incident. Heâs stuck on being quiet and invisible and adult and the absolute opposite of lovey and dovey. Itâs no longer necessary.
She fidgets with her ring blindly, an anticipatory energy working itself up inside her, right under her ribcage. He opens his mouth to speak. Closes it quickly. Guarded, he averts his gaze.
âYouâre allowed to correct her, you know.â
âHuh?â
âFallon. You donât have to let your name be whatever she decides.â
The silence stretches between them, a tight wire, trembling faintly, a few touches away from snapping. Sheâs unsure if heâs playing a game here or if he simply doesnât feel like talking. You never know with him (but she does).
âWeâre allowed to talk now, you know,â she adds.
A beat.
âYour dress is messed up,â he says, to himself more than her.
âWhat?â
âThe hooks on your dress. You accidentally skipped the first one.â
âIââ she starts. Her jaw hangs. Curious, she feels for the mismatched hook and eye clasps below the frilly collar of her dress, and she finds that the bottom one did get skipped over. This is what happens when you donât get enough sleep, wake up late, and have to dress yourself in sixty seconds. She huffs. âWell come fix it?"
Because he has to want to. He likes this dress a lot, heâs never said anything, but he does. Itâs white and yellow, not any yellow, but like a buttercup yellow, semi-sheer with an open ruffly collar and wide sleeves. He would want the excuse to touch it. He would want that sense of purpose, that delegation of mess-fixing. Sheâs so rarely a mess when there are no monsters to slaughter. Heâs usually the one with the inside out shirt, the smudge of lipstick on his face. This is his one chance.
His bottom lip curls, and his shoulders shrug. âThought you wanted to pretend like we donât know each other.â
âJonathanâŚplease come fix it.â
She reaches out, and without a word he holds her hand, standing up. He bites down on his tongue, presses it against the side of his mouth, looking like he knows how clichĂŠ this is but is too sad to complain. He moves closer, his hands gentle as he begins unfastening those top four hooks so he can fasten that fifth one, the one sheâd skipped before she also skipped breakfast. Her eyelids sink, wispy bangs brushing the tops of her eyes as the fanâs whisper of a breeze plays over her.
Heâs still working with the clasps when her hands find his neck, tickling their way to the ends of his hair, curled by humidity.
To her surprise, he doesnât flinch when she sneak attacks him, stealing a kiss off his mouth. Just makes a huffy sound afterward, all judgy eyes and short breaths and pinked skin. âDoes that mean you like me againââ
She guides the slipping of their lips, a soft sensation of stickiness lingering in the inbetween. âShut up,â she murmurs, âI never stopped.â
âYes, you did.â
Plush lip tissue gives way between her careful teeth as she nibbles, trying to draw out a whimper or a groan or some other noise of desperate compliance. She thinks she hears an ow, and if she did, thatâs good. His ow isnât code for hey that hurts, his ow is like a regular boyâs donât stop, I need more.
âI did not,â she argues.
âYou did, you said so.â
âWhen?â
âWith your face.â
She tightens her grip on the back of his collar and pulls. Seeking a diversion, she peppers his mouth, the tip of her tongue relaxed, impressively subtle. A muffled squeak leaves him as the collar tightens around his throat, and she lets go, releasing him. Maybe she does feel a little bad. âDonât be so sensitive,â she says, but her words lack conviction, and her heartâs not in the dig. âI know Iâve been acting weird. Itâs not about you.â
He rests his forehead on hers. âItâs only about them?â
âDuh, itâs about them.â
They put the conversation on hold among their shared prioritization of making this into more of a makeout than just a way to argue. Kissing mainly because it feels good to kiss, and bad to not. Their age demands this, pushes them. (Theyâll grow out of the phase somedayâŚshe assumes. If she ever learns how to control herself. Perhaps.) She noses her way to his jaw while getting wrapped up in a hug, the gleam of sweat under her lips pleasantly salty. âSo sweaty,â she teases (though sheâs burning up, too). His breath hitches, and he doesnât start the banter back up, doesnât say whatâs on his mind which is probably: I didnât ask you to come over here and lick me like a cat.
Eventually they do separate a few inches, significantly more satisfied than before, significantly more pink in the face. Her head tips, and her tired eyes follow the path of daylight pouring in through the window, casting long shadows across the office floor as he distractedly massages her shoulder.
âNot that Iâm complainingâŚâ he begins, and her lashes flutter, her ears tune in, âbut you are sending me mixed signals here.â
Heâs right. Her professionalism has come at the price of his trust and certainty. Sheâs still adjusting to the job, getting used to the fact that sheâs not particularly needed, wanted, or respected here. Jonathan doesnât get it, and a Jordan wouldnât get it, or a Josh, or anyone else who has never been on the receiving end of that coffee maker too tricky for you, sweetheart?
His concern is being obedient, being good, getting paid, keeping to himself, not making a fuss. It makes sense that heâd want to pep talk her out of her anguish, but itâs not healthy for her reputation. She thinks he owes it to her to roll with the punches for a little while.
âI know. Iâm still figuring all this out. Youâre gonna have to buckle up and settle in for now.â
âDo you think I could have aâŚhandbook, or something?â
âA handbook?â
âI want the dos and donâts. I want to know what you think makes you look bad and what doesnât.â
She laughs softly. âThat could be arranged. Iâve always wanted to write a book.â
--
After theyâve hesitantly split up and attended to closing tasks, she takes pride in the fact that theyâve only had to do twenty minutes of unpaid work this evening.
The remaining lights get switched off, and they gather their things, ambling to a door whose glass promises the return to a nicer world, a return to wide prospectsânight drives and music, dinner and shared showers, lakeside commitments and homemade cupcakes.
âHey,â she murmurs, hand curling around a few of his fingers, âjust so you know, about that handbook: I havenât forgotten about the darkroom.â
âWhat about it?â
âNothing, I just mean that I donât think any of the rules would have to apply to the darkroom. Itâs private, itâs safe, itâsâŚrule-free, isnât it?â
âUmmâŚâ
"You can pick up as many staples for me as you want in there."
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creds to @musicalchaos07 for helping me come up with this idea, and creds to @wanderleave for picking his tie color for me
#*fic#jancy fic#stranger things#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#jonathan x nancy#prompt fill#*ask#fanfiction#st fanfic#lyrics#songs#they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship#faithfulcat111
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27/04/24 EDIT: Sorry for reposting this same yesterday's pic of my PT OC for the third time, because some of the textures in the picture have various errors, and even, I often forgot to show Peppino's blush. So, whoopiee đ.
Ughhhhh, man! But, after all, at last! It was literally lasted 19 days long, since I sometimes turned away from it as unfinished with sketchy details, until a few days of this week and even now I managed to complete it in terms of line drawing, coloring along with detailed schemes and even more texture applications, with barely diligent effort.
And even more especially, before the artistic work on the phone, I was thinking all the time in the invisible deaf about coming up with the idea to make an OC (or maybe FC, so I don't know for sure) for Peppino from this game, Pizza Tower as a new OCXCanon ship even now, because after the last year I watched some gameplay videos on YouTube and started to like this game so much, first of all, like others do, I started to have the most delicate crush on him together with others like the Noise and Fake Peppino (as for Fake Pep, I would rather consider inventing the idea of creating another but non-Peppino-related OC clone as a new OCXCanon ship only in the future).
Plus, regarding the name "Gommaticarer" I came up with it myself for this OC, I just accidentally connected it so automatically from between the two Italian words "gomma" and "masticare", mostly borrowed from the Italian-translated description on Google Translate website such as "gomma da masticare", which simply means "chewing gum" or "bubble gum".
But on the contrary, she will still fit in case I rather draw her more, say with her pose on the term, her physical abilities, even her side with Peppino in a romantic relationship, etc., whatever I do.
And I hope you really enjoy it.
Art and Lady Gommaticarer belongs to me (C)
Peppino from the Pizza Tower belongs to McPig/Tour De Pizza (C)
#pizza tower#pizza tower oc#pizza tower fanart#oc#original character#peppino spaghetti#pizza tower peppino#creature#humanoid#reference sheet#reference#sheet#character design#new character#new oc#digital art#fanart#drawing#ibispaintx#ibispaintx art#phone art#oc x canon#shipping#oc x canon shipping
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Weâve had a lot of dad d word matty whilst theyâre still a baby, I feel like we need to discuss d word matty with a toddler/primary school age!!! Would be so cuteđĽ˛
the night before lyla's first day of school, she makes you hang her little school uniform on the outside of her wardrobe so she can see it because she's so excited to wear it the next day, bless her. because she's so excited, it takes her longer to fall asleep - after he reads her a bedtime story, matty stays with her until she nods off, just sitting on the edge of her bed stroking her hair like he's done since she was a baby. once you've got alex to sleep in his room, you wander back to see your daughter and husband, and see matty staring at lyla's uniform hanging on the wardrobe, his lip quivering like he's about to cry. after pressing a soft kiss to lyla's head, you take matty's hand and lead him out of the room; as soon as he's over the threshold and the door closes behind him, he just grabs you and burrows his head into your neck and starts sobbing like "i feel like i need to go and listen to landslide now". and you can't help but smile at that, in a kinda sad way, like "oh, baby", and matty's like "how is she starting SCHOOL?! our baby girl! christ, i can't cope" - you're like "i know, babe, i can't wrap my head around it either. but she's ready for it, smart little cookie that she is", and matty's like "yeah. that's all from you, definitely", and you're like "i know" and wink, which makes him laugh and feel a bit better.
he cries the next morning, though, when he sees her all ready, eagerly standing at the door with her little satchel on; you clock him welling up and you're like "come on, munchkins, let's go and take some pictures of the two of you in the garden to send to nana", ushering the kids outside, and matty mouths "thank you" and pretends to catch the little kiss you blow him before you gently close the front door. once matty's got some tears out of his system, he joins you all for a couple of pictures, and then alex takes his hand as the four of you walk to the school/nursery. despite being younger and generally a bit more shy than his sister, alex happily heads into nursery with no problems at all - it's his second year there, in fairness - but lyla is a bit more hesitant; she clings to matty's leg as you all start to head in with her classmates and their parents, and the two of you have to crouch to her level and give her a little pep talk. it's actually kinda funny - matty's mid-monologue about how she's so smart and brave and ready for big school, and lyla literally shouts "oh! it's gracie!" and runs away to see her friend, totally cured of any worries or fears about starting school, and matty's like "i feel like i should be offended. but that was a very Me move of her lol". in fairness to lyla, she does run back over before she goes into her classroom to give you both a massive hug and say "see you at 3!", then she bolts in to find her seat. you peek through the door to see her sitting listening to the teacher very conscientiously, and that sets YOU off - matty hurries you outside like "we really cannot embarrass her by crying in the cloakroom lol", and then in the playground he just holds you and lets you cry it out like "she just looked so grown-up! and it only feels like yesterday that we found out i was pregnant with her. time is moving too quickly i hate it", before he kisses your head and says "shall we go home and cry to landslide? i think it would help us", and you sniffle like "yeah" lmao. but you're a lot happier when you pick the kids up later; they're both happy, so so excited to talk about their days with you and matty, and that's all you could ask for, really <3
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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Seven. "What Do You Think?"
Well hey, hey, hey! First fic of the new year and it is an update for this beast of a long fic that I totally fucking adore! I hope that you fucking love it as much as I do! A bit of a shorter update but this is just what I wanted it to be so letâs not linger! I hope the next chapter comes sooner! Masterlist found here.
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Rating. SFW. Length. 3.4K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Emotional Turmoil. Anxiety. Depression. Praise. Pep Talk. Smoking. Guilting. Manipulation. Gaslighting.Â
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You had been neglecting your nails.Â
That is what you had decided the day after your date with them. Last night when you got home you had a shower and ate something and went to bed very early for you. It took forever for sleep to claim you, lots of tossing and turning, insanely restless.Â
But it was the next day now and because you went to bed so early, you had hours and hours before work so you thought, what better thing to do than some work on yourself. You needed to distract your whirring mind, keep your hands busy, do something productive and youâd already cleaned your whole place. So you sat on the hardwood floor in the living room, perched on a throw pillow, legs under the coffee table, tv on and your nail kit in front of you.Â
This always helped relax you, this was what you needed to calm down.Â
Or so you thought.Â
Once your nails had been scrubbed clean of their original colour you had your file out and were shaping but your brain refused to stop thinking, you werenât focusing on smoothing out edges, instead you mulled over that conversation you had with them, confessing to your not so little sin.Â
It played over and over in your mind's eye, naked and vulnerable and post hookup, them literally praising you, gushing about how hot they found you and what you all just did was and you ruined the whole mood by admitting to something that maybe you never should have lied about in the first place. A shake of your head as you banished the very thought before it could fully form. No, no you needed to lie about it, but you definitely should have come clean sooner and definitely before they had made you cum like that in their bed.Â
You kept fixating, until you finally snapped out of it and realized you hadnât stopped filing and your index fingernail was totally fucked, you groaned out loud to yourself, so much for the current shape and longer style you had at the moment. It took you long enough to grow them out as they were and now youâd have to trim a hearty bit of length to get them all to match. You grumble unhappily as you reach for the clippers to fix your mistake, mind still awash with yesterday's foul-up and pondering just what might happen, everything was just getting really good. You couldnât help feeling like your like fucked everything, what if it was all different now?
You hadnât had this much fun dating anyone in ages, you didnât want it to end so soon, there was so much potential here, you could feel it. A heavy sigh as you clipped another nail, if this did cease to be, what was between the three of you, the only person you had to blame was yourself and that feeling was hard to sit with. Â
Once your nails were notably shorter you looked through your nail polish for a colour to paint them. You look and pass over red, and pink, and pause on a glitter ridden dark blue, it makes you think of that velvet dress she wore to the club. You sigh again, crossing your arms on the table, resting your cheek on your forearm as you stare at the offending nail polish, it was only serving to further remind you how you fucked this all up.
You missed them already.Â
Your hand reached out, one finger on top of the polish, teetering it back and forth, watching how the light caught the glitter buried inside as you tried to grapple with the fact that the only thing you could do was wait.Â
If only you knew what they talked about.Â
Soon as you left them the day previous, the door closed and a collective exhale was shared by the pair of them. Tiffany was leaning her back against the door, Chucky standing less than two feet away as they both looked at each other. The stare intense, the silence heavy until he ran a hand through his hair and asked, âCigarette?â
She let out a groan, pushing off the door as she said, âFuck yes. Please.âÂ
They both find themselves sitting on the windowsill in the living room after he had fetched his pack and she had pulled on a robe, they both light up, a deep inhale before breathing it back out the open window.
âSo-â He started and she nodded saying right after him, âSo.â
âWhat are we gonna do about this?â He asked and she met his question with one of her own, âWhat do you think about it?â Â
âWell to be honest-â He gave a shrug as he took another drag off his smoke, looking like he was seriously considering what he was thinking about saying next before he released that breath he had been holding in and devluging, â-Iâm not mad about it.â
âMe either!â Tiffany agreed, âIs that weird?â
âYeah, I mean for us it is, her lying about somethinâ so-â He made a vague gesture of his hand as he fought to find the right word, she chimed in with, âFundamental?â
âExactly, fundamental Tiff, great choice of word. Normally that kinda lie would have us both livid but instead of angry Iâm much, much more-â She cut him off by throwing in the word that had been lingering on her mind, âIntrigued?â
âRight again, gorgeous.â He leaned over, the hand that wasnât holding his cigarette on her arm, a quick kiss given to her which made her smile. He sat back and she said, âIt makes me wanna get to know her better, makes me think thereâs a ton we donât know about her Chucky. I wanna see where it goes.â
He nodded along, âMe too. Sheâs so fun and already such a big help findinâ people for that other kinda fun we like to have.â A raise of his eyebrows along with that smirk made Tiffany giggle before agreeing.
âThat too, she finds us perfect victims that no one has been missing so far. If we take it easy and play it right we can have this as our playground for-â He cut her off this time, âYears, Tiff, if we wanna we can really live here.â
It was all so great. You were so great. They werenât planning on letting you go, something as small as this wasnât about to stop them.Â
âSheâs so easy to talk to.â He continued and she said, âAnd what just happened in there-â A flick of her gaze towards their bedroom and he let out a groan, âHoly shit, that too, we havenât even actually fucked her yet and itâs like that?! This canât end here, no way.âÂ
âThank God we are on the same page about that.â She reached over, took his hand, a squeeze as she said, âSheâs full of surprises and honestly, sweetface, I want to keep being surprised by her.âÂ
He finished his smoke, threw the butt out the window and with his now free hand he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and he said, âSo do I Tiff.â
So it was more than just settled, it was enthusiastically agreed upon that they didnât want you to go anywhere.Â
She finished her own and discarded it out the window before getting up, he closed it to prevent any more cold from coming in or any more heat from escaping. Tiffany started making her way back to the bedroom as she asked over her shoulder, âWhen are we gonna see her?â
He followed behind, hands in his pockets as he asked, âYou donât got any plans Friday do you?â
She turned back to face him, a hand on the doorframe and a smile as she said, âIâm wide open.â
You felt distracted at work that night. Thursdays could be so weird, you never knew how they were going to be, they could be a mad dash and shockingly and unexpectedly busy or sometimes they could drag.
Tonight was busy.
And you were having trouble keeping up for once. It was unlike you but your mind was so far away. You didnât like this feeling. It had been a few dates for fucksake, why were you this shaken up over it? You felt silly for being so affected but at the same time, if you were being honest with yourself, it had never been like this, never felt like this with anyone. You didnât want to stop. It had been so long since you had been seeing anyone and maybe you should be going easier on yourself for wanting to cling onto this so desperately.Â
You however were not going to be easy on yourself in regards to the fact that you were late putting in two orders, spilled a drink on your new fucking shoes and broke a glass in the process. You were sweeping up the sharp and sticky shards while swearing under your breath while Logan leaned over the bar, a slight breather between people, âWhat the fuck is up with you tonight?â
You glance up at him, nose scrunching in indignation. âNothing!â You say too quickly, mentally scolding yourself for it, knowing that he would call you out on it and no less than a second later Logan was saying, âOh bull-fucking-shit, something is up, you never drop anything!â
You stand from your crouching position and come around to behind the bar to dispose of the glass in the trash safely, âYou always exaggerate! Iâve totally dropped stuff before!â
He scoffed and said, âYou havenât even dropped your panties in years.â You roll your eyes and slide the dustpan and broom back into their place, if only he knew what you were up to literally yesterday. âReal funny and real original too but seriously it isnât worth talking about. If you really must know, I just have got something on my mind, okay?â
You donât give him a chance to keep on you about this, instead leaving from behind the bar, snatching up your tray and forcing a smile as you head back to one of your tables to check in on them.
When your shift was done you felt much more tired than normal. Jackson was even questioning you on your usual walk home to the train station. âYou were running around like a chicken with your head cut off tonight.âÂ
You groaned, head tipping back, âI knowww-âÂ
âI was worried you were gonna trip at some point! Even Logan said something and told me to check up on you and normally when he is behind the bar he canât tell ass from elbows, so what is going on?â He reached out and took your hand, you let him, laced your fingers together, safe in the knowledge whatever you tell Jackson will stay with him. He was one of your best friends and was just worried.
You said, âI just did something fucking stupid yesterday and I canât stop thinking about it so Iâm all distracted.âÂ
âYou? Made a mistake?â He asked and you confirmed with a nod and that had him laughing with a shake of his head and you asked, âWhat are you laughing for?â
âCuz-â He let go of your hand in favour of slinging an arm around your shoulders, giving you a small shake as he said, â- itâs nice to be reminded of the fact you are human.â He sighed before looking down at you, âYouâre always so smart and collected, especially at work, youâre fantastic at your job, itâs great to see you still have worries and insecurities like the rest of us lowly mortals.â
The smile overtook your face easily, no one could hype you up quite like Jackson could. âCâmon, Iâm not that great.â
âFuck off, yes you are!â He exclaimed before going further, âYou are almost annoyingly amazing.â Â
âWhile normally I am not opposed to a little bit of praise this is a lot, buddy.â You tease and he said, âNo, I just know you and I think you need this right now.âÂ
You think he might be right.Â
âListen, I dunno what you did, and you donât have to tell me either, but whatever it is. Youâll get through it.â He reassured you and you took in what he said. You both reached the train platform and your weight shifted from one foot to the other, âIâm just worried what if my mistake ruined everything?â
âEverything?â His arm slipped from around you and he turned to face you better, âI sincerely doubt one mistake ruined everything.âÂ
Should you tell him what was really going on? Maybe this was the time, maybe if he knew what went down he could better help you out on this, you could believe him better too. The train would be here soon, no way you could divulge it all and you werenât even sure you still wanted to tell him, could he take it? You couldnât deal with all the what ifs right now. So instead you asked, âBut what if it did?â
âI dunno if itâs as serious as all that-â He reached out, hands on your shoulders, he bent down a little to be eye to eye with you, he quietly said your name before going further, â-but if it is, and whatever this thing is, changes shit in your life in some significant way, youâre young, youâre resilient and resourceful. Iâm sure youâll figure it out. Okay?â
A deep breath and a nod, âOkay.â
âGood girl.â He gave you a kiss on the forehead and you rolled your eyes while playfully pushing him away with one hand, wiping at where he kissed with the other, a long running joke he started God knows how long ago that he refused to give up.Â
âHey I got you smiling!â He said with a wide grin of his own.Â
âYeah, yeah, take all the credit, why donât you?â Â A sigh. The train was coming, almost time to part ways. âThanks for talking me off the ledge.â
âAnytime. And hey, whatever happens with this thing, you got me to help you through it, right?â He was extremely right. Your train pulled up, slowing to a stop and you said, âIâll let you know how it pans out.â
âPromise?â He asked and you assured, âPromise!â As you walked backwards onto the train, the doors slid closed and you waved goodbye through the window.Â
The ride home was quick, the walk without issue and you honestly felt better, Jackson was a really good friend, you would have to do something to show him your appreciation soon.Â
You slept better that night, it came easier and the next day you contemplated calling them but figured if you were ever going to talk to them again that they could be the ones to initiate it. The last thing you wanted to do was smother them, put pressure on them and make this all worse. You still find yourself staring at the phone and so you make yourself go out.Â
Not even sure what to do, you end up doing a little bit of retail therapy disguised as getting some new work clothes, purchasing a new top and mini-skirt combo that puts a smile on your face and a spring in your step.Â
You got some lunch, walked around a bit more and then back at home, a nap, a shower and you are getting ready for work again. The obvious choice was the new outfit you bought, you tucked the tags away from view, tonight is the test run to see if these clothes are winners and if you will keep them, how much money will the hem and neckline earn you in tips is important for work attire. You spent a lot longer getting ready, focusing on your makeup, humming to yourself, âLook good, feel good. Look good, feel good.âÂ
Your coat was longer to make up for the tight, high cut and low cut nature of tonight's outfit. You wish you had a scarf like Chuckâs to help you out on a night like tonight but you just push the thought away, pull your jacketâs collar up higher and brave the cold.Â
Jackonâs pep talk really helped. You felt much, much better tonight. More like your old self. Worrying about what was going to happen with them was idiotic and an exercise in pure futility. You canât do anything about it by fretting and thinking, so instead you donât. Throwing yourself into your work and feeling good about it.Â
Hours into your shift, dropping off a tray of drinks to a table, a wad of bills passed to you that you took gratefully before departing with one word, âEnjoy!âÂ
When you return to the bar you take a moment, a breather, folding the money and putting it in your pocket with the rest of it as you scan the floor, seeing what to do or where to cover next, if anyone else has come in. Just then you feel a hand on your lower back and you nearly jump out of your skin until you hear a newly familiar voice in your ear, husky and feminine, âWho you lookinâ for?â
A wide smile as your head turns to see Tiffany right there, her hand feels comforting, but you canât enjoy it for long as she pulls it away as your reply comes, âYou.â
âMe hmm? How flattering. Just me?â She questions and you respond, âNo, not just you, is he here?â
âHe is.â Â She said with a nod towards the back of the place and you followed her eyes to see him leaned against a table, jacket thrown haphazardly next to him.Â
âCan you come over for a minute?â She inquired and you said quickly, âFor you? Anything.âÂ
You are thankful Logan is busy otherwise he might have given you shit about the close physical proximity you just had with Tiffany. You wanted to take her hand but you were at work and you werenât sure where you were standing at the moment so instead you just followed along behind until you were at the table with her.Â
âHeya Chuck.â You greeted with a small smile, tray resting on one hip and a wave with your other hand. He didnât acknowledge you right away, more concerned with pulling out his cigarettes and lighting up, only after he took a deep inhale did he actually look at you. His stare was intense, like the first night you met him, but different, harsher, you had to fight not to recoil slightly from the force of it weighing on you.Â
His greeting was a simple, âHey.âÂ
Tiffany left her spot beside you, instead sliding next to him, his arm falling around her shoulder effortlessly and even though you were less than two feet from the pair, you feel an immeasurable distance between you and them. The music isnât as loud over here, you speak up and say, âSo how are you doing?â
âFine.â He responded and the pauses and lack of conversation, Tiffanyâs own silence, it was making you uncomfortable.Â
Maybe shifting back into work mode would be better, so you clear your throat and ask, âCan I get either of you a drink?âÂ
âIâm not thirsty.â He said before taking another drag and Tiffany hummed in agreement.Â
You felt totally off kilter, this was so unlike the them you knew so far. You took a deep breath and said, âI wanted to apologise for the other afternoon. It wasnât alright that I hid that for so long, I should have come clean on my own much sooner. There is no good reason for it, no excuse either, I'm justâŚIâm sorry.âÂ
They shared another one of those looks, something communicated you again didnât pick up on and he sighed out, cigarette between two fingers his hand rubbed over his forehead, âI donât know if we can get over this so easily.â
âYeah.â Tiffany sighed, âWeâve been real honest with you so far and now it feels likeâŚWhat does it feel like sweet face?âÂ
âLike you might be hiding other stuff from us too.â He finished and she agreed, âThatâs not a very nice feeling.âÂ
You felt terrible. They werenât wrong for thinking or feeling this way, the guilt was terrible, you take a tentative step forward, tray discarded on the table as you said, âI am so sorry, an-and if you donât want to give me another chance I totally get it but, please? Can you give me an opportunity to make it up to you? No lies, all honesty, I promise.â
Another shared look between the couple as you waited on pins and needles for their response.
#Through The Heart Is The Only Way#TTHITOW#Charles Lee Ray X reader#Tiffany Valentine X Reader#Chiffany#Poly!Chiffany X Reader#slasher x reader#BHF writing#Hope you all love it!
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Ange Postecoglou and Unai Emery are second coming of messiah managers
Through their infectious intensity and emotional intelligence, Premier Leagueâs best new imports in the dugout prove that the manager is still the main man in an age of data and player power
Sitting with Unai Emery recently, at Aston Villaâs training ground, the biggest takeaway was rarity: here was one of those few people you meet with the power to pour their own take on the world into Âothers.
In Emeryâs case, through his quirky magnetism, that involves getting whole football clubs to share his ferocious drive. Iâd observed him in the canteen, staff hanging on his words and poking his head out of a door was Monchi â one of the gameâs great sporting directors, lured to Aston Villa because of the man in charge.
The whole experience was a lesson in messiahs, in how football may change but one of its central principles remains the same: the individual, on a team, on a scene, on a culture, can be transformative. In football, such menschenfangers, to borrow a German word (literally meaning Ââpeople catcherâ) that brilliantly describes such types, are very nearly always managers.
There was the same feeling watching Ange Postecoglou at a League Managers Association conference last week. He was the last speaker of a full programme but had a full room of delegates rapt. He has been in English football less than six months but has had an impact on the culture â and not only at Tottenham Hotspur. His wisdom has made people consider things a little differently, like this idea he shared with delegates: âIâve never let the scoreboard dictate the way I want to build sides.â
It maybe wasnât supposed to be this way. Data, sports science, sporting directors and bulging support staffs were supposed to lessen reliance on the dugout. Instead, we keep seeing proof of Sir Alex Fergusonâs tenet that âthe manager has to be the most important person in the clubâ.
This weekend is one of messiahs clashing. After Pep Guardiola v JĂźrgen Klopp yesterday comes Postecoglou v Emery, the first two being the most important recruits to the Premier League of the past decade, the latter pair its most important signings of the past year. Emery is overseeing his 38th league match with Villa, having won 74 points from his 37 games, compared with Villa taking 41 points from the 37 games preceding that.
Postecoglou has also driven a big change in results but his influence has also been on psyche, with the Tottenham Hotspur Stadium a church of joy where, before, it seemed an anticlimactic mall. Spurs may have squandered leads to lose their past two matches, yet Ben Davies, the defender, spoke only about the positives. âWeâre all determined, knowing the manager has our back, that we can bounce back and weâre going to go at it, playing our way,â he said. âWhen youâre a kid, it was everyoneâs dream to play football and everybodyâs achieved that just by being at this level. In the managerâs mindset, that has to be our fuel. You have that love of the game.â
A Premier League head scout, acknowledged for helping to build a title-winning team, has no problem with the idea that the manager is still by far the key figure in the creation of successful sides. âYou can never underestimate the influence of the right manager,â he said.
âI think weâre all looking for players who we feel are unicorns and difference-makers, but the reality is the manager can be the biggest influencer. The competitiveness and level of coaches in the Premier League is now off the scale so if you donât have a coach with proven pedigree then youâre already offering something up to your opponents.â
The process for recruiting managers has, accordingly, mushroomed in sophistication. When Barnsley, of League One, appointed Neill Collins in the summer it was after a recruitment search so detailed that even before the interview stage candidates had to fill in a questionnaire of 75 questions.
At Premier League level, enlightened recruiters try to pinpoint the âadded valueâ a manager brings. This can be gauged by comparing the performance data of players before and after candidates arrived in their previous jobs, how many players have achieved international recognition under their tutelage and the growth (or decline) in market values of their squads.
Another measure involves looking at Elo numbers. The Elo rating system is a method for calculating performance capability, first applied to chess. In football it can be applied to rank teams (the Fifa rankings derive from the concept), looking at their past results. One way of assessing managerial impact is to examine what happens to a teamâs Elo during their stewardship. Emery had an incredible Elo rating even before joining Villa, while Postecoglou has upped the standard everywhere he has managed, accruing league titles with four teams in three countries. The ability to transfer skills to different environments is another element smart clubs scrutinise when looking at managers.
At the conference, Postecoglou spoke fascinatingly about working in Japan, where he had to rethink completely what he considers his biggest managerial attribute: communication. He talked also about adapting to becoming older as a coach. Now 58, he recognises that he is of an entirely different generation from his players and it is one reason why he spends as little time as possible in the dressing room, regarding it as his playersâ space, and delivering only brief team talks before getting himself out of there. âI canât stay because of their music anyway, oh my God,â he said.
He is all about planting seeds, rather than cutting people down, adhering to another great Fergie insight: because of the change in young people, good management has âmoved from a demanding culture to a convincing one.â A core Postecoglou-ism is: âIâm not big on rules, Iâm massive on values.â And he says: âI canât tell young people what to do any more. I have to give them a reason.â
Emery manages more by intensity but with a style no less tailored to the modern age. A few years ago Eric Black, a brilliant training-ground coach who counts Villa among his former clubs, told me that a big difference in modern players is how savvy they are about what makes a good (or bad) session. Theyâve grown up with analysis and methodologies, and will offer critiques when training falls short of certain standards.
Emery puts a detail into training and individual work that blows players away. He, like Postecoglou, is about projecting football as a higher cause. A mantra is that players should devote âat least 70 per centâ of themselves to football. âYes, enjoy life, but enjoy life through football â not through life, through football,â Emery told me. âEven when youâre at a party, even when you are on holiday in the summer on the beach, think football.â
Emery was not afraid to tell me that he dreams of winning the Champions League with Villa and that âIâm going to fight for my dreams, always.â Postecoglou told the conference that he had âno endgameâ in mind for his career, just the mission he started out with: âI want to build teams people remember.â
At Spurs, at Villa, the transformations underline that managers remain the gameâs builders and âpeople-catchersâ.
#unai emery#ange postecoglou#that bit about Unaiâs quirky magnetism đĽş#so accurate#lmao at Ange and the dressing room music#how is he 58 what?#couple of sweethearts right here#aston villa#utv#tottenham hotspur
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NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO | aka just gif dump of my madness about 1 measly scene
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For Narcoctober's Day of Visuals - Oct 6th 5th (posted on the 6th cause I generally suck and my life is a mess) leftover from Day 1's fic
Okayokayokay so I made so many extra gifs for my Benjamayo fanfic that were theoretically set aside days ago for the Narcoctober Day of Visuals (I know that much like âfetchâ Benjamayo is not a thing but much like the legendary Toaster Strudel heiress, Gretchen Weiners, I am very much trying to make it happen) and legit thought the prompt was Oct 6, not Oct 5 but I already have an amnesty day post technically I havenât gone to sleep yet âŚ? So technically yesterday is still today regardless of the date...? and I canât not share these bc LET ME DO TELL YOU, I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS INTERACTION FOR LITERAL YEARS NOW so without furtherado
The scene in question: Benjamin schmoozing at Dinaâs wedding, shaking babies and kissing hands, spots Mayo and decides, fuck it- heâs in a good mood! Little social butterfly, precioso is feelinâ himself. Itâs a wedding, love is in the air! Why not take a moment to go flirt chat with Mazatlanâs very own CamarĂłn King of actual sex Not Giving A Fuck About Anything Pretty Much Ever, Ismael El Mayo Zambada and this is how it starts off. First, Mayo asks the waiter?/waitress? if the shrimp in the shrimp cocktail is fresh but manages to pose it in the most sexy way, itâs actually borderline disturbing just how fucking hot this man is asking about fucking shrimp of all fucking things then again, passion in oneâs professional pursuits is pretty hot âŚ? But like no, I really donât think thatâs whatâs happening here
Then MĂn, little pep in his step, La Reina del Baile, glowing even more than the bride herself, strolls up and basically is like, âBish, thatâs a spiffy new hat. You buy that with the money you made movinâ shit through my plaza? cause thereâs more where that came from if youâre interested in a sugar daddyđ¤â
At which point Mayo is lowkey like𫣠oh god, what do I say now. Is he trying to strong arm me, whatâs the angle. I really donât wanna start shit rn, Iâm so full of shrimp, like ngl I donât even think I could run away without making myself sick and he tries to keep things simpatico but like the extra mile he goes??? This sly mf is smiling at MĂn in a way that resembles a little too closely how he smiled at the waiter/waitress. And sure, maybe we can chalk that up to just Mayo a ho. He a May-ho sry, I justâ you know I set myself up to spike that ball and I couldnât not no matter how bad it was sksksksks and MĂn rolls with it, he does one of those blind-and-miss-it thousand yard stares which I will devote an entire gif set post to later bc he does it more than once throughout the show and itâs actually devastating and shoots his shot, âpero imagĂnate que no tuvieras quĂŠâ
So anyway, this establishes what? Mayo a May-ho, right. And MĂn is lowkey liiiiiiiiiiiiving for this shit bc he thinks heâs got an in. And do you know what tf this savvy, spritely little Drug Lord Dilf-Nymph of Tijuana does????????? something Miguel would never dream of doing in a million years, not just bc heâs homophobic asf and deeply insecure about his entire general essence as a human being, but he doesnât have a fucking f r a c t i o n of the affable, boyish charm that MĂn does HE FUCKING FLIRTS RIGHT BACK. TAKE ONE GOOD GOTDAMN LOOK AT THE GIFS BELOW AND TELL ME HES NOT FLIRTING. YOU DONT FULL-BODY SCAN SOMEONE UP AND DOWN LIKE THEYRE THE FUCKING THANKSGIVING TURKEY AND YOU HAVENT EATEN IN DAYS UNLESS YOUâRE SEXING THEM IN YOUR MINDDKSSKSJWB I MEAMaaaanâ
BUT DSKWJWJWIEIWJWJSB THE BEST FUCKING PART ABOUT THIS ENTIRE THING?????????? MAYO IS SO DOWN FOR IT. THE SHIT-EATING GRIN HE GETS ON HIS FACE LIKE MANS IS SO GODDAMN FLATTERED, MANS IS SO ABOUT IT, HES LITERALLY THAT GIRL DAFFYDUCK GIF, ALL BATTING HIS EYELASHES AND UNDRESSING SEDUCTIVELY, OKAY LIKE
WHERE IS THE LIE Spoiler alert: ITâS NOWHERE, THERE IS ONLY TRUTH OKAY and then Mayo does this real cute thing all appealing to the control freak in MĂn, saying he likes to be his own boss, âno mĂĄs que tĂş sabesâ and all that AND THEN, AAAAAAND THEEEEEENNNNNNN FOLKS HE JUST. KEEPS. ON. MF. GRINNING. AS IF HE COULD GRAB MIN BY THE TINY LAPELS OF HIS TINY SUIT AND PLANT A BIG WET ONE RIGHT THERE ON HIM, RIGHT ON THE DANCEFLOOR IN FROMT OF ALL THOSE PEOPLELWKWJW W
and then he has to scramble for something else to say bc he knows good goddamn well that they've been making eyes at each other for far, far too long, so he's like "ohshitohshitohshit ohhhhh look there's Azul, the closest boner killer within reach besides Rayo hey, you know where home is!!!!!" AND THEN MIN, FUCJINGAKSJFNLKQJWELKJN DOES THIS WAY-TOO-INTIMATE HEAD NOD AND SMIRK, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR COMING TO MY PARTY ERM IMEAN DINA'S WEDDING, IF YOU'RE EVER IN TOWN GIRL CALL ME
NO BUT EVERYONE LITERALLY SHUT UP AND SITDOWN ALL FIVE OF YOU BCTTHENNNNSI;RAJQPO23IJRPOQJIWEFOH THE WAY MAYO SAYS CLARO, AND IT'S THE EXACT WAY I WOULD IMAGINE LIKE HOW HE'D GOODBYE LOVE PAT A ONE NIGHT STAND ON THE SHOULDER AS HE'S OPENING HIS FRONT DOOR FOR THEM TO LEAVE ???????? IDK IDKIDKIDKDA;WOJEF;AOIJ AND THEN THE LITTLE PRIVATE LOOK OF LIKE "idk what the fuck that was but I'm- y'know i really didn't hate it......"
it just- i mean i'm sure we're all in agreement that i'm insane but like what other conclusions am i supposed to draw in the face of this raw, objective evidence
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#narcoctober#day of visuals#but like .... a day late#bc i'm the worst and don't know what day it is at any given moment#imsorryforeverything#narcos mexico#benjamayo#it's not a thing but we can pretend#day 5#oct 5#gif dump#og gifs
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earthspark season 2 episode 6 thoughts spoilers ahead
twitch is thor
aww shes giving a pep talk to her armada of nonsentiant drones
never mind they are infact some sort of sentient
I thought twitch was just doing the roomba thing
can Terrans pack bond just as easily as humans? Maybe even better?
twitch fits the leader role pretty well no matter who sheâs leading, makes me wonder if she would be worthy of becoming a prime
twitch brought home a chaos Terran I told you not to tell me
stealth mode
I donât like pranking Jawbreaker but that was funny so Iâll let it slide
is everyone here old as dirt? My gods thĂŠ sas! I love her
Everyone just paused to
You were born yesterday and dont know most things donât be annoying like that
predicting it now cause this season has been unusually predictable they both compete to see whose best and spitfire wins only to mess it up or betray everyone
ah gladiatorial combat wasnât expecting Megatron of all bots to suggest that but it works
also spitfire is only a day old there are other missions to put her on in the future when sheâs learned enough, a day is not enough to learn what she needs to know
oh itâs a race, close enough (I think idk itâs been like ten years since Iâve competed any race that isnât water, art or video game based)
do you wear that everyday? Tbh he probably does
Megatron has the deception symbol replacing his ghost one
animation started to feel a little more janky then normal during the race
slowly pushes their dad back into the race as they calmly sit in a river was so unreasonably funny
Jb rolling around like a tumbleweed
called it a betrayal
spitfire has literally been around for only a day why wouldnât you explain this to her so you wouldnât get it mixed up
she hasnât been explained this why are you getting mad at her sure she endangered your dad but she didnât know it was a bad thing
donât tell her to calm down your the one who should have been calm sheâs just following your energy
gladiatorial combat
I was joking at the beginning but it looks like twitch might genuinely have storm powers
ok this is genuinely super serious but I canât take cross eyed twitch or spitfire seriously
chaos canât be controlled but it can be guided donât give up hope on her like that
oh and itâs a body swap donât like that much
this definitely brought up some very frustrating memories I should talk to my therapist about
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may I offer you an angsty Pepper headcanon in these trying times (I'm in an angsty Pepper mood today)
So I saw this one headcanon for a popular fandom with a fan favorite character, and looking back it kinda sounds like Pepper in my mind :)
It kinda goes like this:
Pepper: "Ugh, don't you hate it when your neck suddenly starts burning for no reason?"
Zoe: "... Uh... No...? I'm sorry, Pep, but I have literally no idea what you're talking about."
Pepper: "You know, when you wake up and it feels like your neck is on fire? Not like a sore throat though, just neck. And then you know it's gonna be one of those days?"
Zoe: "One of those day...?"
Pepper: "Yeah :D"
Zoe: "..."
Pepper: "..."
Zoe: "... I'm getting Russell-"
A couple weeks later or something like that idk:
Penny: "Pepper, why are you limping?"
Pepper: "Oh, my leg just acts up sometimes, it'll be fine in a couple days or so!"
Penny: "You're leg... acts up... sometimes? Why?"
Pepper: "My leg got crushed when I was a kid :/"
Penny: "... Wha-"
Pepper: "Almost got torn straight off too!"
Penny: "... Where's Russell?"
Later:
Sunil: "Pepper! Are you alright??"
Pepper: "Uh, yeah. Of course I am, why?"
Sunil: "Vinnie told me you kept falling from the fire hydrant house all day yesterday! Why would you even keep going up there if you kept falling??!"
Pepper: "Pfffft, relax, Sunil! I was just a little bit dizzy, that's all!"
Sunil: "Dizzy? Pepper, that's vertigo! Why did you never tell anyone you have vertigo???"
Pepper: "It's not vertigo! I've always been a little dizzy after that one time I hit my head-"
Sunil: "YOU HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE????"
Pepper: "Wait, don't call-"
Sunil: "RUUUUSSSSSSEEEELLLLLLLLL-"
Oh yes, thank you for food during this difficult period đÂ
So basically what you're trying to tell me is that Pepper is accident prone? ...Or just health problems/injury prone perhaps. And of course she is being all like "Naaah, it's nothing, while everyone else is like, "Girl...". Hmm, I like it! I would say here that this is literally my headcanon for Vinnie but a) this is more canon than headcanon really b) I have so many headcanons for him that directly contradict each other too that every thought there is I have probably aleady headcanoned him with so yeah :3 I mean I still said that uhhhh. He also lowkey enjoys it so, ummm.
Ok, but for real, do you guys sometimes feel like your ear, not your neck, your ear is on fire when you wake up? Like it passes but it happens sometimes and yeah-
And I know Russell is considered the smartest and he's also a humanarian, but I don't think he will be able to help this time :( I mean, brain damange?? Yikes, he might wanna get out his thickest medical book
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OKAY I can finish out the season tonight :D
s3 ep6 The Portal
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I actually like this version of Glimmer's outfit better, but like, it's also got a swishy skirt and is more lavender so ....I would
Anyway Adora's been arrested trying to sneak into the castle
FOCUS
well now I'm actively trying not to think about the fic I read yesterday
Micah put a truth spell on Adora and she's ranting about the portal and all that and it's all true but of course she sounds NUTS
aaugh
the portal version of Entrapta ahahah
lol of course she knows
"Only way to shut the portal off is from the inside,
and is stuck there forever!!"
Adora mentions Hordak--
The way her face lights up when talking about Hordak, but then falls when she remembers what Catra did--
anyway she points out "oh the portal is following you, you need to get your sword out of the portal" to Adora who is, rightfully, a little horrified
MARA
oh lord you can see the look on Adora's face when she decides "actually Imma just go get my sword out"
Glimmer and Adora give her a pep talk and disappear
OHHHHHH GOD
HGGGGGGGH
HGGGHHGHGHGHHGHHHHH
oh god I forgot what her voice sounds like when she's corrupted
it took like four tries to get this one ahaha
oh I've realized when else a cartoon gave me that very specific shivery feeling AHAHAHA
*squints at the username of the gifmaker* whatever. I'm just happy to find the exact gif I was looking for, for once, anyway, it's the fusion scene of Malachite from Steven Universe
It's not a sex-related feeling but it's not NOT a sex-related feeling??? I'm not sure if it's related to monsterfucking? the inherent eroticism of realizing a not-quite-human character could kill you for funsies?
I mean also Evelynn from K/DA does it to me sometimes (and she's literally like "but what if getting murdered was ~sexy~"). Hm. đ¤
man I don't even have to caption this one
look, I'm just horny-posting these at this point
well also emotional posting because AUGH
Catra's just like, throwing her around (in various fake portal versions of places they've previously been) and Adora's not even really trying to defend herself
and Catra's taunting her with variations on "this is all your fault"
Like this is literally Adora's worst nightmare
I actually already have a screenshot of this saved somewhere because I was attempting to draw it so I could color it with watercolors and then glue super fine glitter over the glow-y parts, I think I got as far as some of the pencil lines, I should find that....of all the scenes in this show, that's the one I wanted to draw/paint.
And then Adora starts fighting back finally, but also: đ
YEAH TELL HER
"I didn't break the world, but I am going to fix it!"
(I mean yeah but also: adds another mark on the page titled "times Adora tried to sacrifice herself to save other people")
"And you? You made your choice!" and hooboy that made Catra real mad
LOL I RAN OUT OF IMAGES I knew I would with this one okay hold on
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tello and pep lore
Nobody expected this to happen. Not a single blueberry in the horde and not either of the twins. Tello is about to explode from sheer rage at any given second because their twin is the stupidest damn turtle imaginable, they're only here to keep his midlife crisis from a point that's somehow worse, and everyone gets used to that pretty quickly.
And then Pep comes along, and Tello is the only one who can help him, because none of the blue things know how to make a prosthetic leg for a kid. Tello found his name amusing, and liked the challenge of a new design, and it wasn't like they could just shove a leg at the kid without asking how to make it best work for him.
The two of them spend hours a day together for two months, through the process of designing and making the leg. And then the thing that nobody expected to happen: Tello is the reason that Pep starts to come out of his shell. (I mean, not literally, even though he has one - you get what I'm saying.)
Pep thinks they're the funniest turtle alive. They're an ass and he loves it! Also their lab is pretty much the only quiet place in existence when there's so many teenagers around and sometimes he needs a place he can just rest and not have to fend off annoying siblings. He picks up all their swear words, and a decent number of details about how prosthetic legs work. And Tello's battle shell, cause he's curious about it and sees it as a rough equivalent to his own mobility aid.
At first, Tello is just here for The Science⢠and doesn't care so much about the blueberry that The Science⢠is benefitting. But when they spend hours a day with this little kid who thinks they're amazing, it's only so long before they start giving a damn about him. Eventually they realise that they keep a box of his favourite Capri Suns under their desk, and know all his favourite foods and music, and don't mind when he leaves a jacket or cane or toy somewhere in their lab (even though they get peeved with everyone else who does that).
It's a shock for both turtles involved when Tello realises that they like the little blueberry. And this comes after the prosthetic is finished and it would be easy for Tello to ignore this and pretend they didn't actually care... except they keep letting Pep come back.
There's a point where Pep is sitting in their lap, holding a too-big pair of welding goggles over their face, utterly fascinated with some absolutely mundane work Tello is doing - and when they're done, they slip their arms around him for a second in a hug before grumbling about how he was drawing on the walls of their lab yesterday and it was a mess and eventually they'll have to clean it up-
(They never do. Pep draws more.)
#fic: reality check#i am so very sorry to anyone who is not interested in this fic kadhgkjgkdjhgkaghlkjdhkls#rottmnt future donnie#reality check pep
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Been reading your Raza x Nenet. Are there any Lars x Nenet interactions?
Hereâs some early ones I did
Though I just want to say this now that Lars x Nenet is basically finished. It isnât very healthy and wouldnât last in the long scheme of things. Other than nsfw (and thatâs more a hate s3x dynamic), I ainât really feeling the ship anymore and I guess that shows in the interactions. Cynical af.
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âWow, kitten, you want to hold my hand? How awfully lewd of you.â Lars chided, teasing smirk on his face.
âWe literally slept together yesterday.â Nenet blushed, already regretting asking him to do it.
âThat's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.â
âYou are such a fucking assholeâŚâ
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âLook, last night was a mistake.â Nenet sighed, searching for her clothes.
âA sexy mistake.â Lars commented, not even to hide his nakedness as he cockily laid on the bed.
âNo, just a regular mistake.â Nenet corrected. Looks like Cindy was right about her having impulse control issues.
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After a night of crying and self-pity, Nenet woke up the next morning, her eyes red and puffy. She stumbled to her mirror and straightened herself up. She looked herself in the eyes, determined to rid any trace of vulnerability from her expression. Her gaze turned steely, her emotions buried deep beneath her usual, impenetrable facade. Her own voice echoing in room as she gave herself a pep talk over what happened with Lars.
"Alright, so ya let yourself fall in love a little bit, and you got your hearts broken," she muttered bitterly. "Serves you right for having feelings, dumbass! Starting now, ya are a hard, heartless goddess-in-training. Do your work, protect the world, be awesome at it, and don't waste time on shitty things like love and romance. Why hope for love when ya can have a perfectly fine and painless existence as a cynical loner? From now on, you're a robot. Beep bop boop blerp bleep."
Nenet's reflection stared back at her with an expression of manic determination. She might have let a few cracks happen but this time sheâs going to fortify those walls around her heart even more, impenetrable to the vulnerabilities of love, sadness, doubt, and more. She was going to focus on her training, excel in her job, and become a supreme being impervious to stupid ass emotions. No more heartache, no more tears.
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âEnough with the ghosting already, kitten. What did I even do toââ
âAre you fucking serious right now?! You were being the most egotistical, stubborn, arrogant person on the face of this earth, ANDââ Nenet fired off quickly.
âOh, get over it already! I just told you what you didnât want to admit!â Lars yelled, getting more pissed. If she was still on about the Bruce thing, then he shouldnât have even bothered coming over.
Nenet stood in the doorway thinking of whether she should just slam the door in Larsâ face. He obviously wasnât gonna listen to what she had to say or try to understand, but she already knew how classic that was for Lars. Still, she had some stuff to get off her chest regarding him.
âLarsâŚâŚâ Nenet took a deep breath, feeling all prickly inside. She was damn well going to say this, but not for him, for herself. Uncomfortable and awkward feelings be damned. âI felt really upset when ya made that comment about my crush on Bruce. Even though I get that you were right, ya still took something that I told ya in private then just revealed in front of our friends, even after I told ya to knock it off. And ya didnât even stop there. I felt so insulted and humiliated. Now the whole crew knows my private bizâŚâŚWhat Iâm saying is that you ruined my trust in you. I thought I could trust you with something super personal about me and you treated it like it was nothing. You werenât even sorry despite knowing how upset I was. I canât be in a friendship like that. I donât WANT to be in a friendship like that. Thatâs just how I feel about it. I donât plan to argue about this, and I donât think we should be friends anymore.â
Lars just stared at Nenet wide eyed and at a loss for words. When he finally let the words sink in, he tried to say something. âAw shit, Nenet, I didnâtââ
Nenet held her hand up. âIâm gonna stop ya right there. I donât wanna hear it. Ya had plenty of time to mend things and ya didnât. I donât need your apology⌠especially if youâre only doing it to make yourself feel better. Iâm too tired for that shit. Iâm done, fucking done. Goodbye Lacerta Butterfly.â Nenet said, completely calm as she closed the front door. She let her head slump, pressing it against the cool wood of the door. She felt a lot lighter than when she first opened the door, like a big weight was finally off her shoulders.
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Lars belongs to @kururu418
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What was the year/make/model of the last car you drove? I don't drive.
Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celcius)? Gah, noooo thankfully I have not.
What was the last thing you used your phone for, besides calling/texting? Ha, it's rare that I'm using my phone for actual phone things lol. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it was TikTok.
Do you have more male or female coworkers? I don't have a job.
Did you enjoy high school? I liked some parts of it. Like, I actually enjoyed the pep rallies and assemblies. Honestly, while a lot of it truly was tough and I'll still stand by that, I think as I've gotten older and looked back some of the stuff maybe wasn't so bad after all.
What's an unusual food combination you like? I haven't had it in so long, but I actually think adding mayo to ramen is good.
What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Just like half a day.
Have you ever lived in a studio apartment? No.
Did your parents allow you to drink soda when you were a kid? Yeah.
Do you always check the prices of things when you buy groceries? Of course. I don't have money coming out my ass. However, I do sometimes randomly throw stuff in, but it's a snack or drink and I know it doesn't cost much.
Do you like gyoza? I've never had it.
Have you ever been in a situation where you needed a lawyer? No.
Do you use Instagram? If so, what's your current profile pic? Very, very, very rarely. I don't even spend much time on it scrolling through my feed or watching people's insta stories. I just posted something for the first time in a few years for my birthday.
Did you ever go through an emo or goth phase? I had my emo phase when I was 16, but let's be real it was never just a phase.
What are your thoughts on kids being given iPads to keep them entertained? I don't see an issue with it. However, I personally wouldn't use a screen as a babysitter and I'd set limits to screen time. Otherwise, I definitely see the educational benefits. It's just wild how kids literally come out the womb nowadays knowing how to use a tablet or phone like wtf.
Do you get regular check-ups with your doctor? With one of my specialists, but not my primary doctor.
What was the last thing you felt apprehensive about? I'm apprehensive about everything.
How many nights per week do you cook dinner at home vs. going out to eat? I personally don't cook, so in that regard zero. As for how many nights I eat at home vs in my case how many nights I get takeout, it's something like takeout 4-5 times a week.
What's a trend you've seen recently that you thought was really dumb? I will never understand the whole Crocs trend or the little charm things you put on them. I just can't.
Do you know anyone who has been evicted? Not to my knowledge.
When did you last wash your sheets and pillowcases? A couple weeks ago.
Have you kissed more than 10 people in the past 10 years? I've only kissed 3 people total.
Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Gah, yes. I was at an outdoor festival and it just randomly started POURING. It was crazy.
Did you leave the house before 10 AM yesterday? I didn't go anywhere yesterday.
What's your favorite macaron flavor? The Fruity Pebbles one.
How often do you have friends over to your house? --
Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally?
How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? I last stayed at a motel in March of 2022.
What kind of technological advancements do you expect there to be 100 years from now? >> I can't fathom this
Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? No, I can't go on a trampoline.
What about a flip off of a diving board? I can't do that either.
What was the last hot beverage you had? Coffee.
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Random Miraculous Thoughts: Deflagration Edition!
I know Iâm a little late but I literally didnât know this episode was coming out until yesterday after it had already been released. This show is a pain to keep up with lol
Alya saying âdid I miss an episode?â made me laugh. I love a good fourth wall break.
Followed by Marinette saying âthere have been no new episodesâ. YEAH THERE SURE HAVENâT BECAUSE THIS SHOW CAN NEVER HAVE A CONSISTENT SCHEDULE.
âWeâre not in a relationshipâ âAt least, not so farâ sjshfamsvgak ZOE
Further proof for my theory that every Chat Noir automatically flirts with their Ladybug no matter what
Iâve been waiting for the return of the Resistance and their silly sauce-based codenames!
Marinette and Adrien are worried about each other 𼺠They donât KNOW itâs each other but STILL.
Gabrielâs little dance was absolutely hilarious
âDo you smell that?â âDonât tell me youâve been making pancakes again.â Gotta love Nathalie making fun of his cooking.
Itâs always cute to see the whole school shipping Marinette and Adrien. I loved everyone giving her thumbs up when she sat with him.
Can we stop akumatizing Chloe? Can we PLEASE stop akumatizing Chloe? Pick literally anyone else I am BEGGING.
It was fun to see Zoe tell her off though.
And the way Lila manipulated her into getting madâŚinteresting. I would bet sheâs still talking to Monarch.
Alya and Zoe just. FREEZING in the middle of their transformation words genuinely made me gasp out loud.
I couldnât help but think of that one post about Gabriel having to get his ears pierced when he was putting the earrings in.
DOES he have them pierced? I know the Miraculous can change forms, so did they turn into stick-ons for him? Inquiring minds want to know.
I once again forgot about the Miraculous Cure for a minute and was extremely worried about Plagg after he did The Thing
Props to Tikki for coming up with a smart plan. Sheâs clearly the brains of the Ladybug operation.
âMiraculous Monarchbugâ just sounds ridiculous. Sorry Gabriel (no Iâm not)
The Resistance finally lives up to their name! Is my âa gang of teenagers takes down Monarchâ prediction going to come true?
I didnât predict them using water guns full of ketchup and mustard though lol
I knew the new holders wouldnât last long because almost nothing does on this show, but ďżźthat was faster than I expected.
It does actually make sense though, since Monarch still doesnât know Ladybug and Chat Noirâs identities.
Aww Plagg wanted to say goodbye to Zoe. That was sweet.
And he gave her a little pep talk đ I hope they get to see each other again someday.
âYou, me, our kwamis, and the Resistanceâ REBEL LEADERS LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR?!
In conclusion Iâm still liking this season a lot and Iâm interested to see what comes next!
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I JUST DIED OMG MY FRIEND. dude omg bro okay dude so like dude bro!!!
my friend has been dating this guy right, and she had their first kiss like literally yesterday (i SWEAR im going somewhere w this) but basically she asked him to whistle and yk when u whistle you pucker out your lips?? SHE STRAIGHTUP LIKE KISSED HIM.
idk if this counts as a request but i swear it isnt u dont have to reply to this if it seems like one!! đđ
but omg what would the bonedos reaction be. LIKE I CAN SEE JAEHYUN EITHER STUCK IN THE đ FACE OR HES JUST LIKE đ§.
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STOP IT YOUR FRIEND IS SO BOLD OMG can she give me tips on how to rizz up yungyu like thatđ¤đ¤
also i love love the bonedo boys with that, i dont consider this much of a req especially if im not formatting it all aesthetically HAHA so ill give u a little smidge here ^_^
also sorry if i went overboard or its bad LMAOO its like midnight almost 1 am heređđ
sungho :
- this man is obsessed with you and he would quite literally do anything for you.
- he definitely didnt want to rush into kissing because he believes in the art of slow burn
- and though he would never admit to it he does really want to kiss you
- "sunghoooo do you know how to whistle? i've been trying to learn all day.."
- "darlings it's easy, you basically pucker your lips like this and-"
- you lean in to land a soft kiss on his lips, interrupting his train of thought
- i think bro feels like he just got hit with a heat wave bc he didn't know he could blush this much
- at first he wanted your guys first kiss to be special, but your quirky charm and tactics you used to get him right where you wanted him is what made him fall in love in the first place
- "gahh you're so cute darling, i might have to teach you to whistle more often."
riwoo :
- i don't think riwoo is the type to initiate a first kiss, not unless he was pep talked by jae or something (come on, jae is everyones wingman)
- he loves you so much, and i know as soon as that first is out of the way he will not be able to stop kissing you
- it's kinda early in the morning and today you are going with riwoo to the studio!
- birds are chirping, singing their lil song, which gives you an idea; very sudden, but an idea
- "riwoo you kinda remind me of a bird."
- "what's that supposed to mean?" he pouts.
- "nothing bad! you're just so cute whenever you are all smiley and singing its like a little bird tweeting. bet you could whistle like one too."
- "i think my singing is probably better than my whistling." he looks over at you to demonstrate, but you're already looking right back at him!
- taking him aback slightly, you plant a little kiss on his puckered lips then quickly skip ahead of him
- hes very dumbfounded, but already plotting in his head how he's going to attack you with kisses (in private, doesnt give me much of a pda guy besides holding hands ^^;)
jaehyun :
- this man has been secretly plotting against you to catch you in the most perfect first kiss ever
- unlike woonhak, he wants to kiss u with permission.. and on ur adorable lips (referencing the funnextdoor vid where he kisses woons head LMAOO)
- little does he know you're also planning to outsmart his ass
- the two of you are playing a game on the console in the living room, getting slightly competetive
- "if i win you have to sing me to sleep tonight!" you say mashing on the keys of your controller
- "babyyy you know i already do that for you."
- "guess i got you wrapped around my finger then!" you smile, passing the finish line with a big '1ST PLACE' on your screen.
- "this game is rigged!"
- "less talking more singing pretty boy" you snuggle yourself into the makeshift bed on the couch, jae on the floor with his back against the bottom part, looking up at you.
- "okay what song?"
- "the one i like with the whistling in the beginning."
- as jaehyun puckers out his lips to start, you lean in quickly to catch a kiss
- he has zero reaction, maintaining the same face you caught him in, before his jaw dropped
- you were giggling so hard as he gets up from his spot on the floor to heave himself on top of you
- "i was supposed to initiate our first kiss, babyyy!" he whines, leaning in to kiss your lips again
taesan :
- bro wants to actually kiss you so bad
- im a firm believer in down bad taesan
- and he really wants to kiss you
- but he doesnt want to make you uncomfortable, so whenever he finds himself pulling up your chin to look at him, he only smiles and pulls away
- part of you wanted him to kiss you, but you had a slightly better idea
- taesan was on the floor customizing a pair of shoes. he was whistling quietly to himself before stopping
- "hey what was that tune you were whistling? sounded pretty."
- "you're prettier, but it was just something i came up with last night." he responds fondly.
- you came and sat next to him on the floor, admiring his work.
- "can you do it again please?"
- "only for you love."
- he begins whistling, and you let him for a second because of how gorgeous the tune sounds
- but before you know it, youre pulling up his chin with the infinite rizz you have and kissing him on the lips
- BUT NO. he doesnt let you pull away
- he just smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to him (and probably getting paint on the back of your head)
leehan :
- i think bro would be easiest to trick with this
- i feel like it might be obvious where i'm gonna go with this.. LMAO
- i am an avid supporter of the leehan fish prince agenda
- he is so in love with you, just as much as his fishies in his little aquarium
- one day you come visit him in the dorms, walking in to see him just admiring the small fish
- he sees the movement of your reflection in the glass, so when you come sit next to him he isn't very shocked
- "you're so interesting when you admire your tank."
- "am i?"
- "yup, you're starting to look like one too."
- "hey! taesan told me that yesterday."
- "give me your best fish face to really seal the deal," you giggle, "kinda like you're whistling!"
- he obliges, pursing his lips into a little kissy face, before you can lean your own lips against his!
- bros entire life played in his head he almost lost his chill guy persona
- leehan was staring at you with so much fondness as he was zoning out you almost got a little worried
- "hannie- hannie!"
- "you are so perfect, y/n." he grins, pulling you into another kiss (in front of his fish children smh)
woonhak :
- this might be a hot take but i think woonhak is similar to riwoo when it comes to first kisses. unless jae is there to hype him up he wont do it
- of course he wants to kiss you, he enjoys affection and god especially when it's with you
- nothing you could ever do would make him look away, you're just so you.
- on a fine ol day, you're sitting with him at the park hanging out!!
- both of you are kinda stuttery, but the conversation ends up flowing fast. neither of you know whether this hangout is considered as your first date as a couple, hence the nervousness
- nonetheless, you are both laughing and just enjoying each others company
- but NO!! you want something a tad bit more
- "hey this might be a weird question but erm-- can you whistle for me?"
- "oh-- yeah of course! what for?"
- "you'll see!" you squeak out
- woon is slightly skeptical, but follows through anyways, puckering his lips to start whistling, before nothing is able to leave his lips!
- a roadblock warning he didnt see: your own lips!
- the kiss is fast, but bro is stunned
- mrs rabbit has fainted
- mrs rabbit has fainted again
- he is lowkey stressed a little, but it turns into relief. smiling so wide the whole neighborhood could see <3
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