#i'm in an especially chatty mood today

[manchestereyes]

so um... i may be getting my first bf??? at the ripe old age of 26??

no, it's not the same guy i went on a date with on phannie day. he didn't want another date and tbh, the vibes weren't really there.

but i started talking with a different guy this week and holy SHIT we get along sooooo well and our conversations are just so fun?? we're going out for coffee next sunday and we've already started talking about future dates a bit and ahskshkshsksjsk. like, y'all. i've been SO sad for so long and now i'm finally happy?? (to an extent.) granted, there is always the chance that it won't work as well in person but idk. i just have a really good feeling about this. and it's genuinely sooooo hard to focus on anything else.

pray for my grades, y'all. because this semester of grad school is gonna be a toughie!

[birdietrait]

who knew that taking care of yourself makes you feel better...

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 20 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Paring: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly), physical abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 1,018

A/N: How are we liking the story so far? Stated as always, this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

The drive was long and quiet, the only sound being the rumble of the Impala's engine and the occasional rustling of a map in Julia's hands. Dean had been more silent than usual since Crowley filled them in about the First Blade. Apparently, some unmanned submarine had dredged it up from the bottom of the Marianas Trench, and it had passed through several hands since. Now, it was a matter of tracking down those hands. Sam had stayed back with Crowley to do the legwork, leaving Dean and Julia on a small case in a quiet town.

The case itself wasn't anything out of the ordinary—vampires. At least, that's what it seemed like from the reports. Cattle mutilations, missing persons, all pointing to a nest hiding somewhere on the outskirts of town.

But it wasn't the case that was bothering Dean. No, it was the Mark of Cain. He could feel it now, more than ever. There was a subtle pull under his skin, a low hum of power, like a dark whisper in the back of his mind. It wasn't strong yet, but it was there, lurking, waiting. And it was starting to affect him.

Julia, glancing at Dean every few minutes, finally broke the silence. "You alright, Dean? You've been kind of... distant."

Dean tightened his grip on the steering wheel, jaw clenched. "I'm fine."

"Uh-huh." Julia gave him a look, unconvinced. "Fine. Sure. Because you've been real chatty today."

Dean sighed, not really in the mood to explain the whole Mark situation, especially not when he didn't fully understand it himself. "It's just... this whole thing with the Mark. It's messing with my head. And I don't like it."

Julia's eyes softened, and she reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm. "We'll figure it out, Dean. I promise."

He glanced at her briefly, then back to the road. Her touch was warm, grounding him, but the thought of how much power the Mark held was enough to keep him on edge. He didn't want her involved in this part of his mess, especially not with how much the Mark was starting to tug at his darker impulses.

"Yeah, well," Dean muttered, "you should be more worried about these vamps than me right now."

Julia didn't say anything for a moment, but Dean could feel her concern lingering in the air between them. She didn't push, though, and for that, he was grateful.

The Impala finally rolled to a stop outside an old, dilapidated barn, overgrown with vines and shadowed by the dense forest behind it. The sun was setting, casting a dull orange glow across the landscape, but there was something eerie about the place. A perfect hideout for a vampire nest.

Dean killed the engine and stepped out, glancing around as Julia followed suit. He popped the trunk, grabbing a machete and tossing one to her.

"Ready?" he asked, his tone more clipped than usual.

Julia nodded, though she gave him another concerned glance. "Always."

They moved in sync, creeping toward the barn. The air was thick with tension, the kind that came before a fight. Dean's heart was pounding—not from fear, but from something deeper, darker. The Mark was buzzing under his skin, and as much as he tried to ignore it, he could feel the need for violence growing.

They reached the barn door, and Dean nodded to Julia before pushing it open. Inside, the air was musty, and the faint smell of blood lingered. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he spotted them—five vampires scattered around the room, two of them feeding on a terrified-looking girl chained to the wall.

Julia moved quickly, drawing the attention of one of the vamps, her machete slicing through the air. Dean followed, hacking down another vamp in a clean swing, but as the blade connected, he felt something... exhilarating. The Mark flared, sending a surge of energy through him, stronger than before.

Dean gritted his teeth as he continued the fight, each strike more aggressive than the last. He moved with a fury that was hard to contain, slicing through vampires like it was second nature. The more he fought, the more he wanted to keep going, to tear them apart with his bare hands.

Julia, meanwhile, was holding her own, but she glanced over at Dean, eyes widening at the way he was fighting. "Dean!" she shouted, ducking under a vampire's swing. "Dean, you good?"

Dean didn't respond, too lost in the rush of the fight. He decapitated another vamp with a swift, brutal strike, blood splattering across his face. The Mark pulsed again, and for a split second, he hesitated, feeling the bloodlust gnawing at him. It was almost intoxicating.

But Julia's voice cut through the haze. "Dean!"

He blinked, snapping back to reality just in time to see her struggling with the last vampire. She managed to pin it down, and with a grunt, she drove her machete into its neck, severing its head in one clean stroke. Breathing heavily, she stood up, wiping blood from her face.

Dean, still gripping his machete tightly, stared down at the carnage around him. His heart was still racing, but the fight was over. He wiped the blood off his face, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the Mark. Julia walked over, eyeing him cautiously.

"You sure you're alright?" she asked, helping the wounded girl stand, her voice quiet but steady.

Dean swallowed hard, his pulse still thrumming in his ears. "Yeah. Just... needed to get that out of my system."

Julia frowned but didn't press him. She seemed to sense that something wasn't right, but for now, she let it go. "Let's get this get this girl out of here, she's lost a lot of blood"

Dean nodded, but as they helped the girl back to the car, the weight of the Mark settled heavily on his shoulders. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this under control. And the worst part? A small part of him didn't want to.

[nectardaddy]

happy self ship saturday dodger i hope you are enjoying this cursed self ship saturday morning !!!! tabby, ginger, siamese <3

self ship asks !

I'm so glad I have blue light glasses today bro this headache is BUMPING

Tabby: Is your f/o snuggly? Are you? If so, what are your favourite ways to cuddle?

I think I may have talked about this before? but when we get home from school the LAST thing we want to do is cuddle. someone is getting punched if we even touch each other for the first like 2 hours when we get home lmao. but I am very snuggly once my "ew kids touched me all day I can't STAND the feeling of anyone touching me anymore" mood wears off. I will latch to suga and not let go for the life of me, he'll have to pry me off. but thank god he enjoys it lmao we both can be pretty annoying about it though. we both will choose the most inconvenient times to want to cuddle. oh you're grading? that's fucking tough I'm holding you now loser. he really needs to finish a lesson plan? weak. I closed the laptop because I crave attention

Ginger: Who is the most intelligent? Who is the sensible one? Or do you share one braincell?

intelligence is on a spectrum for us. we both know a lot of the same things and can have insane, really complex conversations about teaching (like fluency and reading comp, ESPECIALLY the science of reading - side note: I could rant about this for DAYS.) but we are both equally dumb as rocks with common sense. the phrase "god I love you but that was so stupid" has left BOTH of our mouths on multiple occasions. but I think suga is the more emotionally intelligent out of the two of us.

Siamese: Who is chattier/louder, you or your f/o?

M E. I am a certified yapper. AND (dodger lore heyyy) I'm hard of hearing so I'm loud to begin with lmao. he's so used to me being loud that when I'm quiet he is genuinely worried or scared. he's more chatty around strangers though. I genuinely believe he would talk to anyone, whether it be nice or nasty - either way he can fucking talk.

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - 46

A/N: I'M BACK!

Between crying babies and chatty seat neighbours, the flight was a long one. As she crossed through a pair of sliding doors and out into the kiss and ride area, she instantly spotted the raven haired women that made it all worth it.

"Hi, mommy," Tallulah said as she wrapped her mom up in a tight bear hug, forgetting all about her bags. 

"Oh, Lula," Winona grabbed her cheeks, taking her in, in person for the first time in five months, “You look so grown up,"

“We facetimed almost every day," Tallulah said teasingly. Though she understood what she meant. Her style had completely changed since arriving in New York. Long gone were the baggy, oversized clothes that she wore. Adopting a more feminine, soft aesthetic. Courtesy of her roommate Nell, who reminded her almost everyday of her first week in New York, that she was not in La Push anymore. She could dress to impress. Especially for the galleriest who came to look at all of their work, which seemed to be weekly.

Most of her wardrobe were cable knit sweaters she had thrifted, the only thing that compared to the warmth of her imprint. That thought alone struck a cord in her chest, a never-ending pit of longing for a man she had no spoken to since the fall break.

“I know," Her mother smiled, "you just.. im so proud of you." She said as she took a step back, the proudest smile Tallulah had ever seen growing on her face, "look at you, my little artist,“ 

Tallulah groaned, “is it a goal to make me cry today?”

"shush,”Winona jokingly said as she picked up one of her bags, light packing was not an option when Washington weather was so unpredictable "no crying, I made ginger snaps,"

"fuck, yes." Tallulah moaned in excitement. The first sign of Christmas in their household was the smell of ginger snaps, a generational recipe. 

“I dropped some off to Paul this morning,”

“Mom,” Tallulah frowned, though she understood why they had kept in contact despite the endless phone calls she had made to her mother in tears over him. He was never going to be gone for good.

"he’s going to know you’re back," Winona tutted, ushering her daughter into her car,”  if he shows up, what do you want me to tell him?"

Tallulah rolled her eyes before grumbling, “to go fuck himself,"

"hm,”Her mother hummed before asking the question sh had been dreading most of all. The question that almost kept her from getting on the plane in the first place,   "did you tell him?"

"no." Tallulah mumbled, bringing her knees up to her chest as she looked out the window to see the cityscape she loved so much. Seattle still had her heart it always will, she feared,

After a brief moment of silence, her mom voiced her opinion, “you should have,"

"it wouldn’t have made a difference, mom,” Tallulah snapped in frustration. She didn’t get it. This wasn’t some boy she could move on from. It was Paul, her entire world. He left her scared and alone, something he promised to never do. Avoiding him for a couple of months won’t kill him, but she figured it would show him how much he screwed up. Though, she didn’t think it would take this long for him to let her stew in her anger.

"lets get something to eat," W”inn hanged the subject, noticing her change in mood, “are you hungry?"

"i ate on the plane." She fibbed. A white little lie. A mini bag of pretzels was enough to quell her queasy stomach, anything more than that would just come right back up.

Noticing her moms worried look, she gave her a reassuring smile, "I’m fine, mom. i can handle this without flying off the rails,"

"i never said--"

"thats what everyone wants." Tallulah cut her off, “to tell me I’m still a child who doesn’t have her shit together and having some older boyfriend will fix that."

"I’ve never wanted that." Winona reinforced, something she had told her daughter many times over the phobe,  "i just want you to be safe and happy."

"i am," Tallulah promised. 

With a nod, her mother thankfully switched the subject again. One she was actually ready to talk about, “okay, tell me more about this gallery spot,"

[gg-selvish]

i saw your post and i realized that i definitely haven't left enough comments on your ao3 works for how much i enjoy them, so here. i wanted to let you know that you are one of my favorite, if not my all-time favorite, dream team writer. i love to read your nsfw works because they're hot and sexy, yes, but also? you have one of the best characterizations of the guys that i've seen, ESPECIALLY in nsfw works. i have had to almost immediately click off of so many fics because they just don't get the characters and their dynamics right imo, but your fics? i read them over and over. every single time i get an email that you've updated or posted a piece, i genuinely get so excited when i see that it's you.

your karl/george series is something that i will love forever and ever. i'm ace and i adore the way you portrayed karl and his sexuality in every one. it's so refreshing to find a good nsfw work that has a well written asexual character!!! i may not like knf as a ship very much, but i love them the way you write them so much.

there's so much i'm probably forgetting to say right now, but just know that i thoroughly love everything i've read from you. your works are amazing with and without the nsfw parts. please know that there are people out there (me) reading your fics for more than the smut. you deserve to know that.

<3

okay wow um this is a lot in a very good way but i'm definitely overwhelmed? normally when i get nice stuff like this i just say thank you but i've been in a chatty mood today so i'm going to turn this into A Thing if u dont mind... i really, really appreciate this. i've had a strange experience in this fandom where the whole time i've been here i've had a pretty even split of 'you're a delusional freak and i hope you die' and 'you're my favourite author please never stop posting' and my brain doesn't really know what to do about the black and white of it so normally i just move on and block it out but that's lead to me being incredibly insecure about myself and my work so i'm going to try really hard to process this and internalize it lol

so again, thank you so much for saying this to me. it really means a lot to me to hear that people like my fic because it takes up so much space in my brain and sometimes i get worried i'm only still getting any positive acknowledgement out of obligation and less so because what i'm doing is actually worth a compliment. i've felt really bad about my writing for a while now and it's nice to hear from someone who isn't my established friend that it's worth reading. and enjoyed too! wow thats crazy to me genuinely. i really do think im shit most days. especially my works of the last stretch.

regarding you (& only you) this is a lot easier for me to hear. i love that series so much and it makes my heart happy to know other ace people appreciate it and view it as positive representation because i'm asexual and always worry it reads as just porn. this comes into play with the comments thing again... me putting a lot of personal experience and deep thought into dynamics with no pay off. obviously i'm not saying every fic in that series is groundbreaking or even worth reading, but idk they each have a piece of importance to them. at least to me. i was just saying the other day that in my lapses of writers block i get anxious about the last thing i've posted being not my best work. in this current hiatus i'm in i'm actually quite content with EASE being the latest work in my recents. sure rules is unfinished but i kind of hate that fic so whatever. EASE is good. i love how that turned out and i'm proud of it and comfortable with that being the first thing people see on my profile

all insecurity and internal pressure aside i love writing for this fandom and hope i can do it for at least a little longer. i'm immeasurably grateful that people are willing to still read what i create, it makes creating it a little easier. i sound like a broken record but really thank you for this. it means more to me than you could know.

[unsuredreamer]

I’m honestly not that bad when I’m drunk I just become more chatty. I’m also far more coordinated when drunk so I don’t know how that works but whatever I’ll take it. I think her boyfriend said it was Skyy but I’m pretty sure it was mixed with Tito (he mixes his vodkas and makes the nastiest of flavors) all I know is when we got to fight of our lives that and the ginger shots were a no go anymore. I ended up just drinking water and lemonade the rest of the movie. Plus we just finished since one of my friends decided they wanted to get food. They all asked if this was a two part movie or if there was like a snyders cut because it was short and good but short.

As for what kind of vodka I like it usually depends on the day (I’m a seven shots in one cup kind of girl). If I’m in a drinking just because kind of mood I’ll mix some cheap vodka, usually burnetts, with a Red Bull, sprite, or a flavor mix pod. If I’m drinking because it’s been a day and I don’t like the day anymore I’ll try to find stolichnaya or Tito’s. Otherwise I’m not a fan of alcohol beyond maybe some wines.

As for friends and how we even got to watching Disney movies together is sort of a fun story. We all either live with each other or in the same apartment complex and we all apparently went to the same university or were from the same general area. Well because we were looking for roommates we found each other and then it turned out that my roommates were friends with two of my coworkers and so we started hanging out (fun fact I’m the loner of the group or the odd ball if you will). But at our university there was a Disney club and a couple of them were in the club and so at one of our very very long gatherings they brought up that they were in this club and what movie had just come out and then we all got to talking about our love of Disney movies (now mind you I hate talking and I hate being social I’m far too introverted but when it comes to Disney, marvel, and a few others baby I’m a social butterfly).

Let me tell you I’m the least productive especially on days off. I’ll do my laundry and some cleaning or I just take the day a watch some shows or movies. My roommates have dubbed me the “perfect girlfriend” for those who just want cuddles or like being in control (I’m just chill? Maybe? Idk but yeah like just tell me what you want to do and I’ll make sure we do it and that it’s a fun day😌).

How was work? What do you do (if you don’t mind me asking)?

What’s your favorite flavor vodka?

And are you a red or white wine kind of person?

Also what are your pronouns I feel awkward just calling someone babe or babygirl or anything gendered when I don’t know someone (I swear I can’t help but ask, consent and knowing what people are okay with is a must for me 🫠 it’s not to be awkward I promise).

Anyways I hope you ate today and stayed hydrated 😉

-🤺

Well, good for you, because my balance is completely off. And I feel like we all become a bit more chatty, for me, it gets me a little more confidence than usual (Which not always is a good thing)

Ugh, there's this part of fight of our lives that's hitting my brain in just the right ways.

Tbh Im not a big fan of alcohol too, sometimes when i do want to get drunk I just buy the cheapest wine there is, like 2 bottles and drink my ass off. When I'm in a mood when i just want to drink a little and maybe have some fun I usually drink beer.

From your little story I wonder how old are you? if you don't mind me asking of course.

And i sooo get you in being the introvert, but it's kind of weird on my side here. Because I'm introverted as shit at the same time being a people pleaser. Like if I do have to interact with strangers, I'll do the most maybe even too much. When i do become closer with someone I tend to be quieter, but it's a matter of time i get more comfortable, then, depending on days i can be either this or that (so confusing im sorry😭)

To be honest, I would love to do all kinds of things (like going kayaking or to the amusement park, just going to the gallery and walking around laughing, gokarting or just simply laying in bed, rotting and watching movies wigh snacks would be the most fun to me) I could do these alone but it's no fun 🥲 And I do have a lover but she is not really willing to do the things i would love to do, rather just lay in bed all the time. I mean, I like to be in bed cuddling and such, but all the time? Have some fun! Take me out, I'll take you out, just excite me.

Work was great actually, the time went quite fast even though we had some things to do. I work at a bakery! Where do you work love?

I'm not really a vodka lover, so I have not tried many, but one time, i was at a party. This girl made vodka shots with grapefruit juice and I drank like shot after shot. It was heavenly 🙌🏻

To be honest just give me wine and I'll be content x. What are your preferences?

Mine pronouns are she/her, what are yours love? I appreciate you asking. Consent is a must, I agree. (You certainly are not awkward, actually i feel like ur the nicest person. Made me smile so much in those two days of your reqs 😄)

I did and I hope you did too . Hope you have a wonderful day!

[stickytrigger69]

can i get starscream who requires some soft words & cuddles form his bot s/o after being beaten by the autobots or megatron?

TFP Starscream x GN Cybertronian Reader

Went with TFP, hope you don't mind

Reader is gender neutral

Readers frame type, paint job, etc. is unspecified.

A/N: I hope you like it; I am also so sorry that it took me so long to finish it, but I was suffering some slight writers block and then I broke my phone cause I'm a clumsy idiot XD

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A tall, lanky, winged shadow was gliding over the walls of the Nemesis, a grumble here, a snarl there. The shadow belonged to the SIC and aerial commander Starscream, and he was upset beyond belief. He felt so humiliated. First the Autobots had foiled his brilliant plan, Soundwave ratted on him, and then Megatron beat him in front of the entire control room. He doesn't even want to go see Knockout about fixing up his wings, claw marks and indents left behind by large, violent servos. Especially not if the 'good doctor' was feeling particularly chatty today.

No. Way. All he wants right now is to sit in his hab with his loving conjunx and catch a break from all the slag he's gotten into today. His plan was amazing though, it should have worked, would have, if it weren't for those nasty little flesh bags. 'Ugh, no! Stop dwelling on it, remember what they told you. Good thoughts, cute, sappy thoughts,' he reminded himself of the many things you had told him before about how keeping the negative thoughts swirling around his processor isn't good for him. He started thinking about you instead, of course what came up first was the struggles of the beginning of your relationship.

Then it moved on to one of your more tender moments together. Every time he thought about you, the images in his head were bathed in soft light, blues and purples and dusty pinks. The colors accenting your own in the most beautiful and ethereal ways. Almost immediately he began to strut down the halls like normal despite the slight pain in his left leg. Oh, he cannot wait to see your face, so smooth and free of impurities, even through all this war and chaos you've stayed so sweet and clean, untouched by the madness. Doesn't mean you can't dig your digits into somebots soft protomesh and tear them apart, and my, did you look delectable covered in their freshly spilled energon.

Wait, those are still somewhat negative hm? Well, he's at his hab anyway, it matters not. The door slides open, and he steps in, you're at the desk in the corner, the decorative mood lights you fancied changing colors. They're all of the soft ones you like, the cool teals and soft purples. You sense his presence and swivel around in your chair to face him. Within moments of just looking at him you hold your arms open, beckoning him to you. He's so upset, so angry he feels as though he could cry, and seeing you like that, so welcoming, makes coolant build up in his red optics.

He slowly makes his way to you, suddenly feeling; helpless. When he stands before you, he slowly descends to his knees and puts his face into your abdomen. Your arms tenderly wrap around his shoulders, careful of his wings, "You know, I really wish you had gone to see Knockout." He lets out a short grumble, you chuckle and put your face down onto the back of his helm, you release calm waves from your EM field to soothe him. The soft purr of your engine, warmth from your tanks bathing his faceplate, and calming EM field has rendered him powerless. In a good way of course, you're the only bot who has ever gotten to have moments like this with him.

The only bot he trusts with all of his vulnerabilities. He knows you trust him too; you have said so before. That you trust him and feel like you can do or say anything around him, that you need him, want him around. "My handsome mech, my sweet Starscream.", his optics flutter shut, and he leans futher into your warmth. A small bead of coolant slid from his optic and his arms tightened around your middle, causing your chair to move towards him slightly. You exvent deeply and pull from him just enough to try looking at his face, the only part of him that's visible is the top of his helm.

You wait there for a few kliks more before you're hoisting him up, sitting the large mech in your lap to cradle him. Your optics are closed the entire time, you look peaceful but you're thinking a lot, mostly about how you'll try to have a word with Megatron about how he treats your conjunx. You know it's usually his own fault, and you've tried to help him, tried to get him to stop scheming and see the value in his current position. You've even helped him with a scheme once, it was almost successful but, of course, it wasn't. Megatron was amazed and confused and a whole lot of other things, he hadn't thought you would turn on him but the more he swung at you both he finally began to notice it. Not only were the two of you partners in crime, it appeared as though you were actual partners, interesting.

You had taken a few hits for your Star which was the first big clue, to him and everyone else. Megatron was furious, Starscream had finally turned one of his best against him, oh did he have plans for you and Starscream both. You were practically banned from putting a single pede on the earth's surface, you were, theoretically, chained to the Nemesis. Thus, Starscream was out in the field alone, no partner to watch his back like you would, like how Breakdown and Knockout did for each other. It was a good way to torture you. Teach you a lesson. And it was a hard one that the both of you learned.

After a little while of just holding him in your lap you started to feel tired, Starscream was exhausted. You could feel it through his field. So draining. You stood upright, holding him in your arms still. He was latched to you, his servos holding on as tight as possible. You rubbed the side of your cheek against his helm and hummed a little song you heard on the human radio channels. You sat him on your berth and turned to grab the little medkit KO gave you humming all the while.

When you turned back around Starscream was slouching and looking at the floor. You slowly made your way over to stand in front of him and lifted a servo to tilt his helm so he would look at you instead. Your optics met his red ones, and you pecked a little kiss to his face, then another, and another. After you showered his faceplate in kisses you pulled back to look him in the optics again, "I love you Star, you know that right?" He nodded, you pecked his face again and set the medkit down next to him. "Scoot back a little please.", he complied and scooted further onto the berth.

He was curious as to why but when you climbed up on the berth and straddled his hips, he stopped thinking. You opened the medkit and pulled out some cleaner and nanite oils and got to work cleaning and rubbing the oils onto his wounds. He started to feel better, especially because you picked up the humming again. Diligent servos lovingly smoothing over his body causing Starscream to become even more tired. He leaned forward and rested himself against your chest, allowing you to get at the wounds on his back and wings. He began to drift off into recharge, his own servos caressing your lower back, memorizing the feel of your exposed spinal strut.

"I'm done sweetspark. You feel better?", your smooth voice drew him back a little "Hmm?" You let a small chuckle escape your derma, but you don't ask him again, instead, you opt to allow him to continue resting against you. Slowly petting at his back and fiddling with some of his plating and caressing the soft protomesh in between. Your spark swells and you feel emotion begin to build up, and fast. You love him so dearly that you cannot imagine, let alone begin to imagine, how he would be handling himself if he wasn't interested in you. If neither of you had felt what you had after spending so much time together.

You know that you mean just as much to him as he does to you, he just has trouble expressing it. Especially if he is fully conscious, unlike now, he is so tired that he is being overly affectionate in ways he deems 'too soft for a decepticon'. That statement always pulls a laugh from your vocalizer and then a small retort of 'well, not if we're in the confines of either of our habs it's not', from then you receive a roll of red optics and a grunt. He was Always a little stubborn about all kinds of things, despite his difficult nature you know for a fact that you will stay by his side for as long as your engines are running. When you say things like that to him, he snorts and sometimes gives you a small 'yeah right' but is always met by a smile or a smirk. That always makes his vocalizer malfunction, his processor slows down and really takes in what you said and slowly begins to believe it.

You have had to repeat certain phrases and actions so many times now that you just do and say them without even thinking about it. And it always makes him flustered, you know he is by the way his wings do their little twitch. "Star?", he hums in response again, "I love your cute wings.", they almost appear to flutter. He finally opens his optics but doesn't move his helm, "And I adore your heel struts, and how gentle you are even with your claws. I love listening to you talk, no matter the subject of your attention. I love when you let me hold you like this. I love you Star, my Star, hehe, my 'screamer' haha." That was what made him lift his helm. "Don't call me that.", he threatened, your laughter made him a little more defensive. "Come on, why can't I? I mean, I should be the only one allowed to anyways."

He was not amused at all, so you quieted yourself and got up from his lap and laid in the empty space on the berth and patted your chest. You wanted him to lay on you. Starscream stared at you like you didn't just insult him; you always do that. It's not like you don't get what you want though. He hesitates for a moment; he doesn't want to give in; doesn't want to grant you the satisfaction. But laying on you is so comfortable and makes him feel weightless.

"Come my love, please lay with me.", that was the ticket. No sooner had the words left you had he caved and adjusted himself so he could get into a comfy position with you. As he laid there in your arms, you kept on talking, telling him about how much he means to you. Letting him know that he is more than enough for you. He not only listened to you but felt you loving on him, the seemingly endless affections poured from you in an even stream that filled his spark to the brim. He no longer felt the need to cry and the anger and whatever he felt before melted away a long time ago.

All he could feel in this moment was peace. He felt so warm and calm that he began to doze off. He slipped easily into recharge laying on your chest. Feeling your love and warmth in ways that he never thought he would get to know, let alone become familiar enough with to want it. You know it yourself that you have changed him, even if it isn't visible, you can feel it. It is just as tangible as his metal plating, the love you feel for this mech will surely be the end of you.

[nemorps]

I think it might be promoting it to people who haven’t watched it before? or not watched it much/recently? I’m not really sure but I’ve never watched the show, seen screencaps etc, and based on other searches I’ve made, Netflix can guess fairly accurately that it’s something I’d be interested in, but I haven’t watched it.

INSTANT I logged in after the new season went live, I had the trailer at the top; it was first on the recommended for me; and also on the trending and popular lists.

Inversely, I HAVE watched the first two seasons of Stranger things, but didn’t even know that had come out until a friend of mine asked me if I’d seen it yet a week after it was available so... 

Anecdotal, sample size of one, but I think they’re trying to advertise harder to NEW viewers, and are assuming the older viewers will find it on their own or word of mouth their way to it after a week or two.

anyway season 4 is out now, go watch it

[bureowo]

love confessions | stray kids headcanons (danceracha version)

how they would confess their love for you.

genre: fluff. | word count: ~2k total. | warnings: none.

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a/n: hi i’m back with a new hc post (❀◦‿◦) i’m trying a new format w this one pls let me know how we feel abt it! i really hope you enjoy it ( • ᵕ • )♡ i’ll try to post the other parts soon!! 💗

⊹ minho ⊹

❥ there’s not a chance minho is confessing until he’s absolutely, one hundred percent sure that his feelings for you are reciprocated. it’s just not happening, sorry luv. 😔

❥ that being said, though, he would definitely still dip his toe in the water.

❥ he’d flirt with you, very subtly at first, only to test your reaction; but overtime (and if you don’t show any signs of discomfort) he’d grow more and more daring.

❥ minho’s got a keen eye, taking mental notes of every single compliment or pet name that leaves you flustered or manages to draw out a bashful giggle from within you.

❥ however ! as much as he’s constantly and shamelessly batting his eyes at you, he’s also rather ‘hot and cold’ about it.

❥ it’s not like he’s purposefully trying to keep you on your toes or anything like that, it’s just... sometimes you smile at him so brightly, or you look at him with such a gleam in you eyes..., that his heart feels like it’s being squeezed, compressed against his chest; so he needs to tone it down sometimes, just so he can catch his breath.

❥ it’s one evening when the two of you are hanging out that minho is being uncharacteristically quiet.

❥ you try to make up for his quietude, not wanting to push him if he’s not in a particularly chatty mood, yet, soon enough, you begin running out of topics to blather about.

❥ sure, he chuckles at the little remarks and facial expressions you make as you speak, but the way he’s looking at you makes the hairs all over your body stand on end; there’s just something about it you can’t quite put your finger on.

❥ so you suggest watching a movie. he agrees with a soft grin and you power on your laptop; you read out a few titles, summarizing the plot and commenting on the posters.

❥ but all you get in response is: “whichever you like, y/n.”

❥ you turn around to face minho, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “hey, is everything okay?” he seems taken aback by your question. “it’s just- i don’t know, you’re being kinda... silent” you trail off.

❥ “it’s okay if it’s just that!” you add quickly, your words almost jumbling together. “if you just don’t wanna talk- it’s alright, i just- i care about you, so... yeah...”

❥ your face feels so warm you think you could burst into flames at any given moment.

❥ minho looks down, gnawing on his lip and fingers fumbling with each other for what feels like an eternity; your stomach churns every time he sighs.

❥ eventually, he peers at you through his lashes, and you swear you catch a glimpse of a rosy blush ghosting over his cheekbones for the fraction of a second.

❥ “y/n, i-” he stalls, his hands still fidgeting restlessly on his lap. “i'm fine, i just- i love you.”

❥ all your motor functions seem to stop working at once (did he really just say that??).

❥ “what?” you gape at him, voice small and eyes doe.

❥ “i love you, y/n.” he repeats. “and i care about you too, a lot.” minho’s gaze pierces straight through yours and your heart rate raises to a hundred beats per minute.

❥ “minho-” your head is spinning so fast you don’t even know what you’re saying, but when you feel his fingers intertwining with yours, it’s like the words draw themselves out of your mouth. “i love you too.”

❥ and the way he beams at you so radiantly before leaning in to press his mouth over yours makes you feel a way you’ve never felt before.

❥ (you did end up watching a movie, although neither of you paid much attention to it, finding each other’s lips to be much more captivating.)

⊹ hyunjin ⊹

❥ poor little bub, he’d get so nervous once he actually commits himself to confessing his feelings for you, you’d end up thinking he’s purposefully avoiding you.

❥ but he just wants it to be absolutely perfect you know? like, straight out of a movie scene, so he just needs time to map out the perfect plan.

❥ and once he’s got it all figured out, it’s time to set ‘operation: steal y/n’s heart’ into motion. 👏

❥ it’s early noon on a sunday when you suddenly get a text from hyunjin – ‘it’s lovely outside today! do you wanna hang out at the park?’

❥ and, happy that he’s no longer seemingly evading you, you agree – ‘sure i’ll meet you there in ten!’

❥ but ! hyunjin wasn’t expecting you to accede so readily; still, he can’t just ask you, out of the blue, to wait half an hour before leaving, he doesn’t want you to get suspicious.

❥ so he hurriedly gathers his things, quickly double-checking that he’s got everything he needs to sweep you off your feet, before scurrying out the front door.

❥ you arrive at the park, and hyunjin’s heart begins hammering inside his chest the second he spots you amongst the people; you look so incredibly stunning as you glide through the crowd (ethereal, hyunjin thinks).

❥ you catch sight of him standing on a less populated side of the park, a blanket spread out over the grass beside him, and rush over to him, greeting him as soon as you reach him.

❥ “ooh, did you prepare all of this for me?” you ask him merrily, a playful grin on your face while you motion towards the picnic basket and multiple containers filled with various fruits.

❥ “yes” he wants to tell you; but instead he turns around, hoping you didn’t see the blush dusting over his cheeks. he sits himself on the blanket and you follow suit.

❥ for a bit, hyunjin relaxes, he even nearly forgets his true intentions, loosing himself in the way your eyes shine as you tell him what you’ve been up to and the hums you let out when you pop a particularly sweet grape into your mouth.

❥ you smile at him, tilting your head down slightly. “why are you looking at me like that?” you simper.

❥ hyunjin’s heart does a somersault all the way up to his trachea. “i just-” he clears his throat. “you make me so crazy.”

❥ he rubs his hands over his face, you cock an eyebrow, yet before you can retort he keeps going: “i’m so crazy for you, y/n, you make me forget where i am and what i’m doing. all i can do is think of you, and look at you, and love you. god, y/n, i’m so in love with you, sometimes i don’t know what to do with myself.”

❥ you feel warm despite the breeze licking your face, the butterflies inside your stomach flap their little wings so fast you just can’t help but let out a chortle at the sensation.

❥ his hand moves to encompass yours and you can’t get the words out fast enough so you lean across the soft blanket and plant your mouth over his own.

❥ his lips are soft, supple, and taste sweet, like the strawberries he’d been eating.

❥ “i love you too.” you mumble as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair.

❥ (hyunjin ended up forgetting about his original plan, and about the bouquet of flowers laying inside the picnic basket, though he did give it to you later after he walked you home; you held his hand the entire way there, and his heart beat frantically as he kissed you goodbye.)

⊹ felix ⊹

❥ it’s not that felix isn’t planning on confessing, on ultimately declaring his undying love for you with a grand, romantic display.

❥ he just kinda thought you’d know about his feelings by now? like, how could you not?? especially since he’s been acting more and more bold each time the both of you meet.

❥ he’s not shy about holding your hand whenever he feels the longing, or lingering for an extra second or two when he gets the chance to hold you.

❥ but if you’re not picking up on the very obvious seed trail he’s laying out for you, then it’s time to draw out the big guns. 😎

❥ and so, he texts you – ‘hey! wanna come over & help me bake?’ – and, of course, you agree.

❥ you arrive at his doorstep and felix greets you with a wide smile and a warm hug; the cozy feeling stays with you even after the two of you part.

❥ he ushers you into the kitchen and you don’t seem to notice how his hand remains on your shoulder as he follows behind you.

❥ all ingredients and utensils are set up and ready on the kitchen counter.

❥ “what are we making?” you question him with a smile so beautiful he actually has to stop and think about it.

❥ “uh-” he mutters, his eyes focused on you. “oh, yeah! cupcakes!”

❥ you lower your chin ever so slightly, evading his gaze for a split second (could you be... blushing?), and felix grins, pleased.

❥ the two of you start mixing the ingredients, chit-chatting as you normally would, except you could swear he’s flirting with you; he showers you in compliments for every little thing you do (“woah y/n, you’re so good at sifting the flour!”, “ooh, you cracked this egg so perfectly, y/n, look!”), his fingers encase yours every time he asks you to hand him something, and you keep catching him glancing over at your lips.

❥ your stomach rumbles, but you can’t tell if it’s from hunger or from the butterflies flapping their wings furiously inside it.

❥ you set the tray of cupcakes inside the oven before turning around and leaning over the kitchen table, gaze fixed pointedly on felix across from you; he just looks so dreamy, brows furrowed in concentration and arm flexed as he whisks the mix for the frosting, you could look at him all day.

❥ he gazes back at you and the corners of his mouth tug up into what you can only describe as a smirk.

❥ your breath catches in your throat at the very moment the mixer judders in his hand and you let out an audible gasp when frosting spritz all over the both of you.

❥ felix looks at you like a deer in the headlights, but you can’t help the giggles that bubble from within your chest.

❥ “this isn’t how i wanted this to go, but,” he scratches the back of his head (unconsciously smearing frosting all over his hair), a chuckle escaping past his lips and a toothy smile on his face. “i love you, y/n.”

❥ your digit glides over the table, scooping some of the mixture before gently tapping his nose. “i love you too.” you chirp.

❥ felix leans towards you, hand reaching out to caress your cheek; he gapes at you for a moment, completely enthralled.

❥ you get even nearer to him, your mouth opens (god, he can’t stop staring at your lips).

❥ “do you smell something burning?” you ask.

❥ “oh no, my cupcakes!”

❥ (although felix didn’t get to decorate the cupcakes with little frosting hearts, or spell ‘i ♡ u’ with the cupcakes, or even make cupcakes for that matter, he figured things worked out okay anyway; in the end, he got loads of cuddles and kisses out of it, and i love you sounded a whole lot better coming out of your mouth.)

[griff-us]

Title: Being So Normal Part: One Pairing: Black!Reader/Bucky Barnes Summary: Neither of them are very good at being normal. Good thing the spectrum of normalcy these days is anything but the definition of the word. In other words: two broken people mend together. Warnings: typical canon level violence, mentions of past abuse both physical and emotional, alcohol abuse and mentions of, drug abuse and mentions of.

Chapter Theme: Being So Normal, Peach Pit

Notes: Just a little self-indulgent series that's been sitting in the back of my brain that I have finally decided to work on after kinda scraping the previous one.

Sort of a Neighbors's AU mixed with a Coffee Shop Au. Lots of character introspection for the reader, and Bucky, and some fun and drama along the way. This will no doubt be a slow slow burn.

Hope yall enjoy and feel free to leave any comments or hit me with questions! Oh, mood board slapped together by me! Also, no Beta. Tbh I'm lazy and impatient so excuse any mistakes.

Saturday: 11:30pm

Sam was the one who convinced him to come---or maybe forced would be the better word. Life has been returning to somewhat normal for the two of them; Sam shouldering his mantle as Captain America, and James slowly easing into his role as Sergeant Barnes rather than The Winter Soldier. But, it’s not all easy, at least not for James. Normalcy is not his strong suit, not when the urgency of survival had been drilled into his skull for the past hundred years or so. Sure, he was comfortable, but not necessarily happy. James is lost, and no one can tell that more than Sam.

And that is how he’s found himself in this crowded club with flashing lights and a bass beat that he can feel in the pit of his stomach. It’s not that the environment is too much---it’s just that he feels so...odd out. After all, Jame’s idea of a night out used to be something more akin to a jazz bar and dancing. Not whatever gyrations and wiggling around the kids called dancing was these days.

God, he really is old.

“You gotta loosen up man, you’re killing my vibe.” Sam, as if on cue, shoulders into him. James scowls, making sure to keep a tight grip on his beer---if you could even call it that. The brewery it was from managed to pack so many damn spices and fruit in it that it tasted more like a cocktail than any beer he’s come to like.

“You’ve got a weird vibe then, Sam.” the other man laughs, elbows resting against the bar top behind them while he scopes out the scene. It’s a typical New York club; fashion being the forefront of it all, the entire reason anyone is out right now is to be seen and admired. Among other things.

“That cutie over there keeps tossing you looks, you should go say hi.” James follows Sam’s gaze across the bar. A gaggle of young women crowds around a booth, all of them eyeing them and whispering to one another. He rolls his eyes and takes a long swig of his beer.

“I think you mean they’re looking at you, Sam.” The super soldier turns back toward the bar to push his empty glass to the bartender who only nods his way and produces a refill without another word.

“Eyes up, Sergeant, they’re coming over.”

James doesn’t pay any mind to the coming onslaught; it’s always the same really. Sam is descended on by a group of gals excited to meet the new Captain America and even more enthralled when they realize he’s pretty damn charming. Not that he’s jealous in any way. Annoyed? Sure. See, he just isn’t one for new people---especially the kind that Sam tends to attract sometimes. The airheads, the young ones just waiting to hook up and never talk again. He just can’t vibe with it, can’t grasp it. Maybe he is too old for this modern age of love and romance.

James just turns his attention to the muted TV over the bar, his back facing the chatty group of women behind him while they flock to Sam like vultures starving for a meal. The news flashes between stories from all over; follow-ups on the last of the Flag Smashers, some weird disturbances in a tiny town somewhere far off, and a local story on a stray cat that is just “too cute to not have a home.” He snorts, lips smacking from the twang of his beer.

“Sorry about them.” The tiny voice from his left nearly makes him jump, and James can only blame the blaring music for his lack of attention.

“Huh?” He peers down to see an average height woman; with big brown eyes and skin a deep tan and sunkissed. By all accounts, she is stunning---and looks nearly as out of place in this massive club as he does.

“My friends---” her head jerks towards the group of women still fawning over Sam, who no doubt is loving all of the attention. “I tried to explain to them that you guys are just normal people too," she thinks they're normal? "but the alcohol made them all braver than they normally are.” The woman rolls her eyes but by the soft smile she wears he can tell she means no malice.

“And what about you?” James leans his full weight on the bar top now all the while inching closer to the woman. He can read the confusion on her face. “Are you feeling braver than normal?” she flushes at his clarification, and an easy shrug rolls from the shoulder.

“I’m just the mom friend trying to make sure my friends don’t end up dead, in jail, or worse.” James can’t help but laugh at that.

“A mom friend, huh?” gloved fingers pluck the pint glass from the bar and neither of them breaks eye contact while he swallows nearly half the glass.

“Yeah, kind of how I’ve always been; just an eighty-year-old woman at heart I guess.” James gives her a crooked grin: he could understand that.

“You’re too young to talk like that.” he elbows her gently, suddenly so comfortable with her presence that he can feel himself loosening up a bit.

“Then what’s your excuse?”

Brows cock high, that twisted little grin never once wavering from his face. He likes her---the idle and quiet wit, the way she matches his quips with equal stride.

“What’s your---” but before he can finish the group of girls are flagging her down, yanking her arm in one direction while they all gossip about how someone managed to snag Captain America’s number. James watches while she shoots him an apologetic smile while she is all but dragged back to their booth across the dance floor. Before he knows it, her face is lost in a sea of people.

“You would pick up the prettiest one.” Sam’s voice yanks James from his thoughts, and he looks up with narrowed eyes. “Don’t think I didn’t see that little flirt session. You get her number?”

“I’m going home.” James slaps a crisp bill on the bar top and Sam laughs, all loud and boisterous.

“You didn’t even get her name, did you, man?”

“Good night, Sam!” with hands shoved deep in his pockets, James turns heels and heads home.

Sunday: 8:am

The mornings were his favorite time to jog. Consider it a coping mechanism---not that he necessarily needed to go for mile-long runs or work out, what with the serum, but it was the only time his mind was truly quiet. So, James kept to a strict schedule of an hour or so run every morning followed up by a tall dark roast. Only today, he is late by nearly an hour to get to his usual coffee spot; which wouldn’t be terrible but James lives for routines. Without one, his entire day is skewed.

It’s eight in the morning when he strolls into the coffee shop, a tiny little place sat precariously on the corner of two streets only a couple blocks from his apartment. Clad in joggers and a simple black t-shirt, he strides up to the counter; eyes glued to the menu board for any new sweets that may catch his eye.

“Well hi again.” brows grow taught at their center---he knows that voice. James looks down to see the same woman from the night before. Black hair is piled high on her head and rather than the slim little dress from the night before she sports simple leggings and a graphic shirt of which the reference he is utterly lost on.

“Oh. Hi...uh....” blue eyes look for a name tag, and he finds none. Damn it.

“Y/N” she smiles wide at him, much like she had in the club only this time, with better lighting, he can make out the dimples that crease each of her cheeks.

“Y/N.” he repeats her name back slowly. “Uh, nice to meet you, or see you again. I guess.” he points to himself, “I’m Bucky.” said so lamely, so simply, he really can’t blame her for laughing at him.

“I know. What can I get for you, James?”

James.

That throws him; tosses him so off-kilter the man can hardly remember his order. Sure a couple people call him James, well really only his mother and his therapist when he’s in deep shit but…. To hear a name nearly forgotten to himself, and from her? Well, it turns his brain to static.

“Just a large black coffee and one of those brownies please.” She nods and starts to prep his order, all the while he stands there like an idiot with a ten-dollar bill in his hand and his heart in his throat. Finally, he finds a safe landing back on earth.

“How was the rest of your night with your friends?” Y/N groans while she pours him a fresh cup of coffee.

“Catty. I finally got the last one home around three in the morning. Got home just in time for a nap before I came in here.”

“That sounds---awful.” James trades her the coffee for the ten, and watches while she works the register.

“Wasn’t so bad. I don’t sleep much these days anyway.” Y/N offers the change back to James but only nods his head toward the tip jar.

“Sounds like you earned it. Did you just start working here?" he's never seen her working here before, and per his routine, James is here around this time at least five times a week.

"Covering for a friend, I usually work the closing shift if I'm not teaching." Teaching? James would assume she'd be on the younger side to teach.

"I'll have to come more often around that time then." he watches while round cheeks twitch, and flush.

“Deal. I’ll uh...see you around, James?”

“Y-yeah. See you around, Y/N”

[starkinarcade]

Good morning everyone! Just wanted to say I'm in a chatty mood so if anyone wants to chat in my inbox today I'm open to it! Especially anything about cookie run, my brain doesn't seem to want to focus on anything else/lh!

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[incandescent-creativity]

Hey, Elizabeth! I'm feeling especially chatty today, in one of my famous "chatty Kathy" moods so I'm sending random asks out to my faves and a few new followers... SO! Random question time. What is the scene you're the most excited to get to in your WIPs and what is the scene or line you wrote THIS MONTH that you feel you will return to whenever you need inspiration in the future? ~hannah

I THINK YOU SENT THIS IN MARCH and I just? never saw it? SO I’ll give you some LiaHT info since that’s what I was working on up until recently.

I’m excited to get to a scene where Mal and Olu go to a date at a gym! It’s going to be full of longing looks and excellent descriptions of Olufemi’s musculature. And they’ll get to be normal for once, which will also be good.

As for the excerpt that will inspire me later, have some Tender Bandaging Moments (from Mal’s POV):

I move slowly to sit on their side. Half of me wants to say something, the other half of me wants to run out of the room screaming. What I end up doing is reaching over and snapping open the medkit. One bandage isn’t going to do much, but it does let me slide to the ground and cup the back of their thigh tenderly. Nor can I resist pressing a kiss to the Band-Aid after I place it.

Olu’s hand rubs into my hair, ruffling it in one instant and smoothing it in the next. They line a finger along the side of my jaw and use the rest of their hand under my chin to tilt my head up. I follow their hand obediently, until they have me placed back in my chair.

They don’t speak a word. I can’t think of anything I want to hear. 

The only thing they actually do is drag the kit a bit closer to them, and retrieve their own bandages. I move slowly, leaning forward at their beckon. Olu holds their hand under my chin for but a moment, before they withdraw it and open up the bandage.

Their hands are shaking when they get back to my face, but the way they press it to my cheek is sure and caring. They smooth it over and over, their thumb gently passing over my wound. At one point, they get confident, and I have to hiss and pull back.

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: you left your headphones here, mate Jimmy: got 'em in my pocket if you wanna collect Jimmy: wouldn't subject you to Cass' interrogation tactics Jimmy: better off buying new, rich girl Janis: yeah, realized when I went to start this run Janis: already in Twix's bad books so can't have that, like Janis: drop in and get 'em in a few Jimmy: 💔 on the rocks already you two? Jimmy: gutted Jimmy: stay for breakfast if you want Janis: Are now, like Janis: How to explain with a look that you can't take her out 'cos you tryna be 🤐 tragic misunderstanding Janis: [pic of protein shake thing] 👍 Jimmy: did try & let her know my dad was in the mood to do you for dogknapping but Jimmy: she ain't the sharpest pup at the park Jimmy: 👍 Janis: Rude Janis: she got plenty of potential Jimmy: where? Janis: 🙄 Janis: she got as much as you in her right paw, like, don't be rude Jimmy: says you as you're then snide to me 👌 Jimmy: you know my smoothies are 💣 & so my future is set Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: gotta stand up for my girl ain't I Jimmy: 💪 Jimmy: who took her out? she best remember that 🥇 Janis: didn't know you cared 💕 Janis: can handle the competition okay Jimmy: nah, you'll be 💔 when she's only got 😍 for me Jimmy: especially 'cause I don't care, double blow 🎻 Janis: Scandalous Janis: hitting her up with the screenshots as we speak Jimmy: no secret, babe Jimmy: go on Janis: Poor bitch Janis: #youdeservebetterhun Jimmy: shoulda fought the law, Juliet Jimmy: reckon you'd have gotten pretty far with her before the take down Janis: Appreciate the faith Janis: but as I didn't even make it out the door without being #exposed Janis: idk Jimmy: Just by the 🐶 though? Janis: Nah, your Dad had to share how full of the joys he was this AM, like Jimmy: sorry Janis: ain't your fault Janis: and no big Jimmy: I invited you & he's my dad so as much as it can be, it is Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: just accept the apology Janis: alright Janis: might wanna tell him i'm not a prozzie though, just look like one Jimmy: did he say that? Janis: No, nah, 'course not Janis: just 👀s Jimmy: then don't be a dickhead Jimmy: he knows you're my girlfriend Janis: just joking Jimmy: funny Janis: gotta laugh Jimmy: nah Jimmy: join me in misery Janis: that bad? Jimmy: just joking Janis: 👌 Jimmy: 👍 Janis: when you working 'til today Jimmy: 3 Jimmy: why? Janis: just working out when i can drop in to get my headphones Jimmy: I can give 'em to your sister Jimmy: she drops by at lunchtime like clockwork Janis: 😑 Janis: that would require talking to her Janis: for you and me Jimmy: I was reckoning more on a shove 'em at her & run Jimmy: gotta go on my break, soz gracie Janis: good 🍀 Janis: if she can read social cues at all she ignores them Jimmy: save me then, babe Jimmy: come yourself Janis: will do Janis: not lunchtime, obviously Janis: been summoned home anyway 🙄 Jimmy: you in the shit too? Jimmy: how #goals of us, Juliet Janis: truly Janis: it's only my dad, he ain't got no balls Jimmy: @ me in some shit to demonstrate our mutual pining like Jimmy: no way I'm allowed out until my dad's home at least Janis: figured Janis: least if you're effectively grounded no one waiting on that first date like Jimmy: he can't stop me taking the sibs & dog out but probably best if you don't show up too Janis: 👍 no problem Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: if you wanna keep it coupley, gonna have to be in work hours Janis: guess i got no excuse not to be there atm Janis: hmm Janis: i will show up at lunch, least we'll have a definite witness Janis: that'll keep 'em going Jimmy: they travel as a pack, we'll have 5 Jimmy: take some selfies, make a scene, go again. Easy, yeah? Janis: 🙄 such a fake bitch Jimmy: law of Leprechaun town Jimmy: got us in on it even Janis: least we're going for gold, what the fuck are you doing gracie Jimmy: least we know Mia's going for the throat Jimmy: god bless Janis: gonna have to go for yours Janis: don't take it personal Janis: no time for half-arsing it Jimmy: 💕 Janis: that's the #mood Jimmy: it'll piss my dad off too so sign me up Jimmy: more lasting you can make it, the better Janis: no amateur at either, babe Jimmy: 🥇 Jimmy: I remember Janis: Yeah? Janis: told ya Jimmy: you tell me a lot of things, Judith Jimmy: so chatty you Janis: 🖕 Janis: be off then Jimmy: alright Jimmy: 'til lunch my love Janis: 💘 Janis: you know the deal, have something not shit waiting for me Jimmy: I'm already there, baby 💕 Janis: 😏 dickhead Jimmy: do you want food or you just gonna snack on me like you're channeling a mia move? Janis: she's not inspiration or goals Janis: can't have her reckoning that, ever Jimmy: #thinspo Janis: 😂 Janis: get me a bacon sarnie to fuck her off Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: nowt sexy bout that but I'll 😍 best I can Janis: how rude Janis: what you want me to order, like u got anything phallic on the menu lads Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: you'll have a straw with your smoothie, it's fine Janis: I've been forced to endure many a teeny romcom, it's fine Janis: know what to do, boy Jimmy: weren't doubting Jimmy: easy for you anyway, what am I gonna do? lick out a coffee lid suggestively? nah Janis: please do Janis: need a good laugh Jimmy: piss off Janis: still think you're cute, don't worry baby Jimmy: yeah I know Janis: shut up Jimmy: save it for when you can make me Jimmy: the audience will love that Janis: yeah expecting applause Jimmy: I'll take the hit when Mia throws her iced coffee Jimmy: workers comp Janis: Love that for her, if only you didn't take your coffee like a basic bitch, might have the desired effect Jimmy: only gonna make me look hotter, girl so tah Janis: who isn't about a wet t-shirt moment Jimmy: she helps me out loads for someone who reckons they're a #hater Janis: save your thanks for the acceptance speech Jimmy: 👌 Jimmy: not gonna thank her the way lads usually do Janis: #notliketherest is it? 😏 Jimmy: #standardsunliketherest Janis: If you say so Janis: me being your 'girlfriend' probably has 'em doubting that Jimmy: I had said it, loads Jimmy: Start listening, girl Jimmy: might stop you chatting shit for a sec Janis: Yeah yeah Janis: I heard ya Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: 🤷 Jimmy: the manager's here Jimmy: in a bit Janis: 👍 laters Jimmy: 😘 Janis: [After] Janis: [Headphone selfie] Tah Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: [Selfie to show the general disheveled state of him after that glorious PDA] Jimmy: likewise Janis: 😳 Janis: worked though Jimmy: I didn't reckon Mia's voice could get this high Janis: Ha 😂 Janis: so pressed Jimmy: their debrief is the real show Jimmy: & you're missing it Janis: Gutted 💔 Janis: gimme the play by play Jimmy: nowt you ain't heard before I'm sure Jimmy: 🎻 & 🗡 Janis: usual then Janis: sure gracie will fill me in on how much of a bitch i am no worries 🙄 Jimmy: if she don't you didn't do enough Jimmy: you'll have to come back Janis: yeah? doubt that was her shout somehow 😏 Jimmy: let me know Janis: If you think I'm letting her dictate 'round 2 you got the wrong twin Jimmy: 💔 Janis: Yeah, be sure to tell her how gutted you are about that Janis: love to get it #confirmed Jimmy: you're alright Janis: can't say i didn't try Jimmy: nobody can Jimmy: not after that display Janis: too much? Jimmy: nah Jimmy: it was spot on Janis: 🥇 Janis: no need to come back then Jimmy: unless you wanna smack Mia Jimmy: I'd be down to see that Janis: Perv Janis: and 'course I do but her bones might legit crumble and I don't need to get sued by Daddy Jimmy: 💔 Janis: I know babe Jimmy: more gutted I can't accidentally dump this order on the lot of 'em anyway Janis: can't even be mad Janis: #thecouplethathatestogether Janis: I legit couldn't stick another second of them Jimmy: I know babe Jimmy: A lesser ego would think you were desperate to get away from me, but not this one Janis: Thank God you're you 💘 Janis: can't be dealing with stroking egos and destroying others in one Jimmy: 💕 Jimmy: Love you too Janis: when will your dad forgive you/me enough Janis: wanna see twix, like Jimmy: He doesn't get back til 6.30 Jimmy: usually later Janis: so, between the hours of 6.30-6.30, she's all mine? Janis: well, share with the kids, not a total heartless cow Jimmy: yeah Janis: good to know Jimmy: not gonna stand in the way of #truelove am I? Janis: try it Jimmy: ain't got the energy today, darling Janis: 😏 Janis: oh colour me surprised Jimmy: you shouldn't be Jimmy: you know how I slept Janis: i know Janis: he was alright though once you went in with him yeah Jimmy: after a bit Janis: 👍 good stuff Janis: consolation i didn't sleep all that good either Jimmy: like I said, join me in misery Jimmy: you should drink coffee Janis: why are you trying to ruin me Jimmy: says the girl trying to kill me by any means she can Janis: You asked for it Jimmy: 😱 Jimmy: # something relevant for me 'bout that Janis: not blaming or shaming Janis: but you can't fool me, babe Janis: #youwantit Jimmy: #busted Jimmy: 😍💕 Janis: didn't know you were arty Janis: btw Jimmy: why would you? Janis: idk, feel like i shoulda guessed Janis: #softboi Jimmy: piss off Janis: you're pretty good Jimmy: now really piss off Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: 😑 Janis: 'scuse me Janis: giving you a compliment Jimmy: save it for when you can gimme one that matters Jimmy: just doing my bit Janis: Fussy Jimmy: what? Janis: My compliment not good enough 😜 Jimmy: gimme a better one then Jimmy: 'cause that's bollocks Jimmy: it's just a doodle not even that #goals Janis: can say my standards ain't high as yours then Janis: whatever, boy Jimmy: give & you take 💔 Janis: You're prettier than you've drawn yourself Janis: happy? Jimmy: you're prettier than I've drawn you Jimmy: shit artist Janis: ugh stop Janis: 🥊 Jimmy: take the compliment, dickhead Janis: you first Jimmy: 👌 Janis: Cute Jimmy: tell me something I don't know, Jennifer Janis: Alright Janis: I wish I could come back Jimmy: why can't you? Janis: Lots of reasons Janis: they're still there, for one Jimmy: that's a point in the 'why you should' column Jimmy: don't leave me with 'em Janis: poor baby Janis: but I don't know if I can chill Jimmy: we don't chill Jimmy: so fine Janis: you gotta work Jimmy: I'm on the clock with you putting in those fake boyfriend hours Janis: but Jimmy: what? Janis: I want you Jimmy: then come back Janis: it's okay yeah Jimmy: we got interrupted last night, it's only fair we get to make up the time now Janis: it's so hard just kissing you and walking away now Jimmy: I'll be done here in a bit Jimmy: we can leave together Janis: alright Janis: they better not say shit, actually not in the mood Jimmy: I'll fake sick & you can meet me outside? Jimmy: hangover's believable Janis: where we gonna go? Jimmy: I don't know Janis: Come back to mine Jimmy: ain't there 100s of you? Janis: Yeah but rich bitch no Janis: there's places, don't worry Jimmy: alright Jimmy: but if we get interrupted again I'm fake dumping you Janis: we won't Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: where are you now? I can meet you there depending Janis: Gym Janis: had to distract myself somehow Jimmy: like I said, trying to kill ME constantly Jimmy: you're welcome for the headphones then Janis: Like I said, gotta make sure you feel it too Jimmy: you're wearing those clothes again, aren't you? Jimmy: I'll pass the news on to Mia before I go Janis: What else was I gonna wear, like Janis: sure she'll be thrilled Janis: fill in the blanks yourself though, babes Jimmy: a ballgown for all I know Jimmy: not set foot inside a gym Janis: don't let on Janis: so not #goals Janis: who they gonna take #gymselfies with Jimmy: you Jimmy: I'm ken to your barbie, Julie, basically surplus Janis: Please, I actually workout when I'm there, not stare at boys whilst also making sure I look #fit at all times pracing on the treadmill Jimmy: I know Jimmy: I can tell Janis: so 💪 Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: you're really fit Janis: shh Jimmy: I get it, you don't wanna talk Jimmy: I'm leaving, don't worry Janis: Good Janis: I'm done with waiting and interruptions and other people Jimmy: where am I going? Jimmy: realised I don't know where you live Janis: Ugh, middle of bloody nowhere literally Janis: Easier if you dare to step in the gym and I'll come with Jimmy: could've sent a car for me, rich girl, or a 🐎 Jimmy: but alright Janis: 🙄 we don't have horses, thank God Janis: there is a donkey if you wanna be that dickhead, very Blackpool, init? right at home Janis: [gym location] literally, down the road and do a left, you'll see all the wankers in the window benches posing Jimmy: swap you for the dog, just kick them cats out & you'll be right Jimmy: gimme a sec Janis: give you 5 mins, even as a 🚬 Jimmy: tah 💕 Jimmy: that's love Janis: it's something Janis: show you when you get here Jimmy: not what I want you to show me Jimmy: but I guess Jimmy: I'll survive Janis: what do you want? Jimmy: last night didn't help you figure it out? Janis: Got some ideas Jimmy: you'll get more Jimmy: just wait 'til I get there Janis: Inspiring Janis: thought I was meant to be the #muse Jimmy: you reckon we're a team Jimmy: I remember you saying Janis: I remember lots of things you said Janis: and everything you didn't Jimmy: won't have to repeat myself then, will I? Janis: I won't be mad if you have to repeat some things Janis: just saying Jimmy: you can do some of the exact same things too, if you want Janis: I intend to Janis: and more, better Janis: had plenty of time to think now Jimmy: just how far away is your house? I need to catch up Janis: Glad you said it 😏 Janis: like 15 on the bus 🙄 but I can tell you all about it then Janis: if I whisper, like Jimmy: 🤞 our fave grandma is there Janis: 😂 Janis: down to give her a reason to really hate Jimmy: are you even goals 'til you turn a hater into a fan? Jimmy: don't think so Janis: ew don't be tryna turn old ladies on Janis: omg, are you your ex Janis: tryna let me down gently Jimmy: there never was an ex #plot twist Jimmy: Barry is my true love Janis: damn Janis: i don't need you to be my true love though barry it's alright Jimmy: stashed the baby in the back of the CG it's why I take such long breaks Jimmy: don't even 🚬 Janis: suspiciously good with kids Janis: damn wait 'til they find out the real #tea Jimmy: 😂 Janis: imma look a fool but i hope barry isn't cheating on you, hearing that cry for help now, babe, soz 💔 Jimmy: channel it into my art, don't I? 🎻🎨 Janis: you did a good job not making me look like an old man Janis: hard to resist, I'm sure Jimmy: shoulda seen my first draft Janis: 😂 Jimmy: you do look better than I can draw you though, for real Jimmy: it ain't my preferred method or whatever Janis: yeah? Jimmy: bit rude if you don't know what is 'cause you've been spending loads of time posing for it Jimmy: means I'm shit at that too Janis: huh, no Janis: that makes perfect sense Janis: you do take a good snap Janis: also why they all thirsting, casual personal photographer 🙄 oh ladies Janis: not that you ain't fit too but you know Jimmy: we all know what the real attraction is Jimmy: keep getting more #goals me Jimmy: shame I had to be in 'em or I could've taught Mia about angles and improved her story even more Jimmy: you fucked up there, mate Jimmy: should've gone with Pete and let me film it Janis: full package, babe Janis: didn't feel like a shame, trust me Janis: though your desire to make money outta me making more and more sense #starvingartist Janis: you're the one that'll have to edit out his cum face Jimmy: hang on, you can let me know what this feels like Jimmy: [dramatic gym kiss hello] Janis: Well Jimmy: unconvincing Jimmy: [kisses her again because] Janis: Jimmy Janis: if you don't stop I'll have to start something right here Jimmy: nowt you've just said is making me want to Janis: I know Janis: Why do I want you this bad, fuck Jimmy: 💔 why wouldn't you, dickhead Janis: Shh it ain't personal Jimmy: what is it then? Jimmy: you said me Janis: I meant Janis: I don't know, this ain't exactly what I do everyday Jimmy: it should be Jimmy: you're good at it Janis: you Jimmy: us maybe Jimmy: it works Janis: Yeah Janis: that's what I mean, I think Janis: it's weird but it just does Janis: really good Jimmy: Like I said, you're weird Jimmy: 'course you like it Janis: why am i weird Jimmy: 'cause you're just Jimmy: different Jimmy: from them, from what I thought you were Jimmy: I don't know Janis: i cannot believe you thought i was one of them Janis: 😂 in what world Jimmy: not your sister, the collective them of this whole town Jimmy: you're just more like someone from before Jimmy: I can't explain it alright, shut up Janis: It's alright Janis: [Kisses him] Jimmy: we gotta go Jimmy: I can't stay here doing this and not Jimmy: I can't even finish the sentence 'cause you're like Jimmy: we just need to leave Janis: Me too Janis: Come on Janis: we just need to Janis: yeah Jimmy: yeah Janis: [On bus 'cos they can't keep kissing the entire time without anything happening so reprieve] Janis: I didn't think this would happen Jimmy: why? Janis: well, you know,you were kinda a dickhead, i'm kinda a dickhead all the time Janis: this wasn't the first logical conclusion to jump to Jimmy: sort of is Jimmy: we're both dickheads Jimmy: #matchmadeinheaven Janis: 😏 when you put it in words it sounds logical Janis: grace reckoned you were using me to get to her and i knew that weren't the truth but idk Jimmy: I know what it is, you reckoned I'd be a shit kisser all big ego & worse chat Jimmy: thought you'd have to suffer through it Janis: pretty much Janis: spot on Jimmy: not the first time I've made that impression Jimmy: or proved it wrong Janis: i bet Janis: wouldn't be the first time i'd suffered through so you know Jimmy: really? Janis: 'course Janis: hasn't everyone? Jimmy: gimme names I'll put them on blast Jimmy: twitter campaign with my newly unlocked account Janis: 😂 productive Jimmy: if one is Mia especially Janis: Christ, as much as she wants to turn me so she can be vindicated in her gaybashing Janis: hell no Jimmy: her teeth could fall out & choke you Jimmy: #goals Janis: 🤢 Janis: she can't be a good lay, I don't get it Jimmy: she isn't, I can tell Jimmy: just an effortless catch Janis: yeah? guess if you ain't yourself, ideal girl Jimmy: she'll be one of those girls who just lies there Jimmy: makes you do everything & then slates you for it Janis: exactly, 'cos heaven forbid you try and chat shit back Jimmy: why is your sister friends with her? I don't get that Janis: bitches of a feather Jimmy: but when she comes in on her own she's like Jimmy: shy Jimmy: nice in a 'don't you dare look at me' way Janis: meh, she's a co-dependent Janis: always has been Jimmy: is that like a twin thing? Janis: fuck off, I don't need her Janis: see me with a Mia to chase around like a puppy? Jimmy: nah, I mean like, she needs you but you don't need her so there's Mia ready Janis: idk, maybe Janis: i think anyone can be like that, some people can't hack being alone but it probably done help that she weren't even in the womb, yeah 🙄 Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: my brother & sister need me Jimmy: it's exhausting but I can't not do it Janis: they are kids though, that's excusable, like Janis: still hardwork, no doubt Jimmy: Cass ain't much younger than me though Janis: yeah but gracie has two perfectly lovely parents and an array of brothers and sisters and various fam about, if she's that arsed, know what i mean Janis: being close makes sense when its small like you gotta Janis: she don't need to be how she is on me Jimmy: I'm being a dickhead & you're being spot on Jimmy: I just want her to settle in, you know what I mean Janis: you're alright, most people think it 'cos loads of twins are freaky joined at the hip, so that's what she reckons she wants too but tough shit, you know, didn't ask to be born with her Janis: 'course Janis: it must be shit Janis: she'll be alright, it's that age where everyone's sorta stil mates, not dead separate Janis: she can hold her own Jimmy: yeah Jimmy: least my dad timed it better for them than he did for me Janis: you know Janis: parents are cunts Janis: our older sister had to do so much for us 'til she got sick of and fucked off basically Jimmy: hang on while I tweet that wisdom & @ him Jimmy: yeah he has twitter honestly Janis: cringe Janis: probs subtweeting 'bout me this morning like 👋 Jimmy: I don't reckon he knows what he's doing on it Jimmy: just wants to tell his girlfriends how relevant he stays Janis: can't really slide into someone's fucking linked in Janis: 'less it's with a business offer Jimmy: he does like to mix business and pleasure Jimmy: many an office romance Janis: 😬 Janis: always a good idea Jimmy: I told you, keeps jobs only slightly longer than he does lasses Jimmy: it's all connected, mate Janis: effort Janis: least i can ask to move seats Janis: can't be like, sack debbie from accounts bye Jimmy: don't be trying to have me expelled when school starts Janis: alright, thought you'd be buzzin' but i'll go Janis: cba Jimmy: I wanna go 'cause its bollocks not 'cause they've told me to Jimmy: more of a fuck you to my dad that way Janis: rebel with a cause okay 😍 Jimmy: I'm just saying he'd love it if I got kicked out so he can pretend he's right about what a waste of space I am Jimmy: like I don't do everything he can't be bothered to Jimmy: 🎻🎻🎻 Janis: seriously though Janis: that's just shitty adult speak for 'do my job for me' Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: I keep telling him that I reckon Bobby needs to like talk to someone or some shit but nah, I'll do the work for free Jimmy: qualified fucking child therapist me Janis: duh, got that PHD done between CG and school and full-time childcare Janis: 'cos when nothing happens, or only bad does, can blame you Janis: not deal with how some of it's likely on him Janis: and sorting it fully is, what can you do, or poor Bobby Jimmy: just worry bout him all the time 👍 Jimmy: tah dad really helpful Janis: useless, all parents are Jimmy: didn't wanna sleep in my own bed or get a decent night of it anyway Jimmy: it's fine Janis: but if you complain, you're selfish, yeah? when it ain't complaining for sake of, you just want something actually done Jimmy: 🙄 Jimmy: & fucked if I wanna stay with you or have you over Jimmy: how dare I Janis: how wild, a teenage boy with urges Janis: right for him though 'cos his roof and all that Jimmy: & new house new rules Jimmy: 'cause that makes sense Janis: 🙄 Janis: only stupid people would have kids, that's my theory Janis: if you had a brain, and could be sorta in change of another human, you wouldn't want to Jimmy: @ Barry next time, babe Janis: fuck you Barry, coming for your mans too and what Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: how do you do that? Jimmy: make me laugh when everything is still shit Janis: Just my renowned personality that Janis: everyone reckons, like 😏 Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause he does reckon, sorry bus peeps] Janis: Welcome Jimmy: when I don't say it that means you don't either, dickhead Janis: soz, new to this friends malarkey, like Jimmy: #friendzoned Jimmy: 💔 Janis: shut up Janis: you need reminding of what we're about to do Jimmy: maybe Jimmy: I do need to shut up & stop throwing my emotional baggage at you, very ungoals Janis: [Kisses him for the reminder and 'cos] Janis: Not to shut you up 'cos nah Jimmy: a bit Jimmy: but its alright Janis: got plenty of baggage to throw at you should you ever wanna even that score Janis: but I ain't telling so far as the world is concerned we're both 🥇 Jimmy: It's like I said last night, I don't mind talking to you but not this second Jimmy: I just want Janis: What? Jimmy: just kiss me again Janis: [More] Jimmy: I'm not saying tah Jimmy: 👌 Janis: 😏 Janis: Glad to hear that ain't what you say after Janis: would have been a struggle to act my way over that Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: what was it you said? Very polite very un me Janis: Something like that Jimmy: I'll try & call you by the right name though Jimmy: not let any Barry's slip out Janis: 😑 please try Janis: no convincing myself I heard you wrong Janis: ego can't hack that, like 🤷 Jimmy: 🤞 Janis: 🖕 Janis: could at least give me false promises now, boy Jimmy: no fake shit Jimmy: not for this Janis: deal Jimmy: [kisses her again cos yolo bitches] Janis: that was real? Janis: shit Jimmy: or how we make deals in the north, Irish girl Jimmy: figure it out Janis: 😏 as amusing as the mental image of business bro dickheads getting off with each other literal to seal a deal is Jimmy: you're welcome Jimmy: just don't think about my dad or we've got a problem Janis: no danger Janis: safe to say the feeling's mutual too Jimmy: least you'll be long rid of me before I start to look like him Jimmy: again, welcome Janis: 👍 Janis: baz can have you back Jimmy: he'll be dead Jimmy: come on Jimmy: life expectancy of 61 up north & that's if you try Janis: 😂 whoops Janis: pine then bitch Jimmy: 💔🎻 Jimmy: black's my colour anyway so sorted Janis: mhmm, buzzin' for it, I know Janis: welcome again Janis: i really fucked your neck up didn't i [touches] Jimmy: I okayed it before & during, didn't I? Janis: okayed during is an understatement but i'll allow it Janis: save your blushes Jimmy: I didn't have the blood spare for 😳 Janis: such a waste Janis: all the times you've turned me on in public Jimmy: how many? you can round up or whatever school ain't started Janis: Let me think Janis: I don't know, every time we've met up, before you've even kissed me half the time Janis: sometimes just when we've been talking like this, you're hot Jimmy: Where are we if we stop the bus and get off right now? Jimmy: 'Cause I really want to properly turn you on now you've said that Janis: Umm no neighbourhood I know, babe Janis: we've got all afternoon Janis: patience 😘 Jimmy: I'm too northern for that Janis: Excuse for everything 😏 Jimmy: if I'm gonna be dead in 40 odd years that's the only excuse I need Janis: Cheery 😉 Janis: go on then Janis: don't waste any more time, see how turned on I am now [moves hands winkwonk] Jimmy: [saucy activities ensue like I'm surprised ruster don't appear like don't steal our thunder bitch] Janis: Jimmy Jimmy: ?? Janis: just practicing Janis: can't say it out loud right now Jimmy: practicing trying to kill me, yeah? alright Janis: you don't need no practice, clearly Jimmy: #muse remember Janis: you're good let's do this all day Jimmy: challenge accepted Jimmy: if I get cramp and can't sling a latte tomorrow, on your head Janis: what do i care, i don't drink 'em Janis: 😈 Jimmy: that's the most #goals thing you've ever said to me Jimmy: as far as my personal ones go Janis: the ones we're keeping off the 'gram Jimmy: yeah Janis: do need to think of a non-cringe way to hype up how good you are though, don't get it twisted ladies 😍 Jimmy: while you're thinking Jimmy: [keeps being a saucy bastard cos no chill] Janis: Oh my God Janis: please, I need to bite you some more Jimmy: shit, I've never heard you say please before Jimmy: real or fake Janis: too real, you got me polite as you want, come on or this bus is gonna hear my prettiest too Jimmy: 😍 Jimmy: alright Janis: you taste so Jimmy: if its anything like how you taste then I Janis: i wish we had more time i just wanna climb on top of you and Janis: but we're about 3 stops away now Jimmy: [moves her himself 'cause he's cheeky like that] Jimmy: and what? Janis: fuck me Janis: we're gonna get in trouble Jimmy: that's the plan Jimmy: I'll get in trouble for you, it don't matter Jimmy: if anyone asks I'll just say it's all fake Janis: you feel pretty real under me right now Jimmy: you feel Jimmy: I thought I liked kissing you but this is Janis: I want it all Janis: so fucking much I didn't know I could this bad Jimmy: like you said, we've got all afternoon Janis: not long enough Janis: it's a start Jimmy: warn me if you're gonna say shit like that so I can warn everyone on this bus how I'll react Janis: Not sorry Janis: only sorry it's not School time so we could bunk and have all day without feeling bad Jimmy: excuse me while I turn it into a laugh/cry 🎭 Jimmy: don't mind me everyone, rehearsing my death scene Janis: They're all impressed, can't hide it Janis: 🥇 Jimmy: impressed by you Jimmy: you look Janis: Nah only you Jimmy: take the compliment, Janis Janis: Okay Janis: as you remembered my name, like Jimmy: I said I'd try Janis: I'm impressed by your efforts too, don't worry Janis: not gonna go unrewarded Jimmy: [kisses just because] Janis: How do you do that Jimmy: what? Janis: make kissing Janis: good Jimmy: I told you, you're good at it Jimmy: I take pretend it's all me Jimmy: can't* Janis: Suppose so Janis: doesn't say much for everyone else I've kissed but maybe I was shit then Jimmy: like I said, gimme the list Jimmy: they must've been fucking it up 'cause you're Jimmy: you're just not shit Janis: thanks Janis: sorry everyone but not really, ain't that deep Jimmy: were you really surprised when we first kissed or just me Janis: No, I was like Janis: you're gonna think I'm cringe or just saying it but I didn't know it could feel like that Janis: that's why it's got me thinking on everyone else, like what the fuck lads, why were you holding out Jimmy: I get it, I didn't expect it to feel like this either Jimmy: fuck you, Barry, honestly Janis: 😂 Janis: For real Janis: like, it wasn't even 'cos I thought you'd be shit really Janis: idk Janis: weird Jimmy: I didn't think you'd be shit Jimmy: for the record Jimmy: just not into it Janis: 🤷 Oops Janis: that's what I expected and intended too, I guess, just a deal, like Janis: but Janis: just feels too good Jimmy: We've still got a deal Jimmy: only it's changed a bit Jimmy: now it includes getting to finish what I started without some dickhead interrupting me Janis: Please Jimmy: [kisses her 'cause she said please again it makes him die] Janis: [Misses stop 'cos really, has to get off at next one] Janis: That was your fault Jimmy: yours too Jimmy: I don't know the stops, girl Jimmy: you've got one job, I was doing mine Janis: Hmm well perhaps if yours wasn't distracting me you could be doing your REAL job by now 😒 Jimmy: if that's what you wanna call how you felt, go on Janis: Hush, you cannot break my concentration now Jimmy: where the fuck are we? Janis: Farm town, boyo Janis: you ever fucked in a barn before? Jimmy: how would I? Jimmy: you know where I'm from Janis: idk how adventurous your life has been Jimmy: it ain't been well travelled Jimmy: til now Janis: you're welcome for the detour Jimmy: how long 'til we're back where we need to be? Janis: Only 5 if you keep up Janis: wasn't THAT distracted, soz Jimmy: let me get some blood circulating and stop being brutal Janis: 😏 Jimmy: 👍 lets go Janis: Do your best to sneak, yeah, God knows who's about Jimmy: easy for you to say, still so quiet on that bus somehow Jimmy: like a horny mute Janis: piss off Janis: that's such an unsexy thing to call me you bastard Jimmy: calm down Jimmy: it's impressive Janis: it's just self-control Jimmy: what's it gonna take to make you lose it? Janis: Maybe you'll find out Jimmy: I will Jimmy: challenge accepted Jimmy: if it takes me longer than this afternoon, then fine Janis: you wanna do this again Janis: not this exact scenario, detour included like Jimmy: do you? Janis: you always do that Janis: answer questions with questions Janis: sly Jimmy: that still ain't an answer from you Janis: yeah Janis: i wanna Janis: i like it Jimmy: I like you Jimmy: don't be weird about it Jimmy: weirder Janis: forever a dickhead Jimmy: piss off it's a compliment, how many times Janis: 😂 okay okay Janis: i get it, you like weird Janis: i like dickheads, namely you though Jimmy: bet you love yourself, you massive dickhead Jimmy: I like you & you happen to be weird, it's not a fetish or owt Janis: do actually 💪 Janis: got my own name tattooed on my arse, like Jimmy: 📷 one for the insta then Jimmy: least it'll help me remember it Janis: That's why I got it Janis: saves a conversation Jimmy: stop making me laugh Jimmy: trying to be mad at you for making us miss our stop Janis: you know you can't be mad at this face Janis: or this arse Jimmy: [kisses her and touches the booty 'cause true] Janis: See Janis: 😍 Jimmy: alright, shut up Janis: can make me in a minute Jimmy: I can make you now Jimmy: if you're gonna keep on Janis: Back to being mute Janis: thought you wanted to hear some noise, contrary Jimmy: leave it out Janis: 🤐 Janis: ❓ Jimmy: [starts being saucy to try and get her to make noise] Janis: You know how much I like to win, yeah? Jimmy: as much as me Janis: Oh baby Janis: you wish 😏 Jimmy: I know Jimmy: [cranks his naughty behaviour up a notch which makes me lol like where even are you lads? calm down] Janis: You know I have to live 'round here, right Jimmy: you do, I don't Jimmy: you know how to make me stop Janis: Bastard Jimmy: just stop holding it in Janis: I don't know if I'll be able to stop if I do Jimmy: I don't want you to stop Jimmy: do you? Janis: No but Jimmy: you want everything, gimme this Jimmy: [more sauciness 'cause] Janis: [is loud, hopefully no one is about lol] Jimmy: Fuck Jimmy: you really were holding out on me, weren't you? Janis: It's just Janis: embarrassing Jimmy: It's just amazing Janis: No bullshitting? Jimmy: I said I wouldn't Janis: Okay good Jimmy: You're so hot Jimmy: how you look, feel, taste, sound Jimmy: I just want it Janis: You're Janis: I don't know why but I'm not gonna question it because I want you just as much Janis: More Jimmy: [more kisses] Janis: We need to keep walking Jimmy: yeah Janis: I don't want to either but I need you to fuck me so Jimmy: It's alright, I need it too Jimmy: we can do this Janis: 💪 Jimmy: 🥇

[xkanekitoukax]

Touken run a bookstore. Any hcs? (I'm. Spamming today sorry)

LMAO because I work at a bookstore. :P Damn, this is a good one though.

[NSFW-ish] 

Kaneki and Touka run a small bookstore. And by small I mean it’s not owned by a company, but it’s like a “moms and pops” bookstore though it’s still spacious. 

Kaneki takes pride in the literature section, especially horror (and romance). He’s the one who constantly orders books to add to the section (customers compliment the fact that there’s titles you won’t find anywhere else but here) and he’s always making sure it’s in order. 

Sometimes he’s caught in the aisle reading. Touka will pop up behind him, startling him. She’ll ask what book has caught his attention and he’ll show her and tell her all about it, which amuses her because he’s so passionate about it. She loves that about him.

But she also tends to make him flustered any chance she gets.

At one point Kaneki is caught reading a new romance book and Touka catches him. He immediately tries to pretend he wasn’t reading it, just skimming through it. Touka knows better. She’ll rest her chin on his shoulder and reach from behind him to open the book to the page he was “skimming through” and she’ll start to read it out loud. “His breath against her skin was driving her wild as his hand around her wrists tightened. She could feel his free hand cupping her through her drenched underwear, letting a finger run along where her slit was through the fabric and she could hear how wet she was as he groaned against the side of her neck…” Touka reads in a lustful voice that causes Kaneki to shiver. This is not the type of romance books Touka knows Kaneki reads, but curiosity really did get the best of him. “Kaneki, does this turn you on?” She asks him playfully into his ear. Kaneki gulps, “N–No! I–I told you…I was just…” He’s too flushed. It’s too endearing. Touka takes the book and continues to read until Kaneki is left making a strained groan and that’s not the only thing straining…but she leaves him like that for the rest of the day until they get home. And that’s when Kaneki gets a bit of revenge on Touka for her having teased him and left him aching all day. “So, you were turned on?” She’s amused. “Because of you, Touka. The way you sounded…the way I imagined you being in that position…telling me how it felt.” He has her pinned up against the wall. There’s a sense of urgency in his expression, he’s in pain and she can feel it against her hip. She lets a wicked grin cross her face, “Then do something about it, Kaneki. Skim me like you did that book.” She jabbed at him, making him shake his head and stifle a laugh as he pins her wrists above her head and lets his hand work on her shorts.

Sex happens accidentally at the bookstore. One time it was purely because they were in the mood and Kaneki ended up taking her over a table before they opened the shop. Another time Kaneki lets jealousy get the best of him after seeing Touka get chatty with a customer. She can see Kaneki is watching and she plays with him. After she’s done with the customer Kaneki pulls her aside to a bit of a secluded area of the shop, but at any time a customer could walk by. Kaneki admits he hates what he’s feeling, but hated how that customer eyed her, as if he wanted to make her his. “I’m yours, Kaneki.” Touka tells him as she kisses him. Kaneki realizes that and apologizes, but Touka doesn’t let go of him. “Make me yours” She says lustfully. Kaneki is surprised, but all it takes is some more whispering, a bit of her hands touching him in the right places and he can’t hold himself back anymore. Being in public, he doesn’t care anymore and neither does she.

There is also something Touka loves doing which is grabbing a sex position book and walking up to Kaneki while he’s with a customer and she’ll pretend she’s a customer too and quickly interrupt, “Excuse me, I need your opinion, would you do this with your girlfriend?” And she’ll flash the explicit page to Kaneki and his customer. Both of them gasp. Kaneki is so red. Touka smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes.” And she walks away.

But it’s not all about sex as much as my mind keeps going there. Kaneki and Touka have some really nice moments to themselves when the customer traffic is slow.

Kaneki often reads to Touka, which always keeps her entertained. 

They talk in general, hopes and dreams, to the future. Touka mentions how she wants to get back into school and she does, but still works at the store. Kaneki acts as a tutor for her sometimes, helping her with her work while at work lol. 

Touka actually has storytimes! She will have a specific day of the week where she will read a book for kids. She usually has a big group of kiddos and they adore her. Kaneki will sometimes be part of the audience, but from afar, watching her. His heart flutters to see how good she is with children…making him think about what it would be like to be a parent, to have a child or several with Touka. He wants to be with her for the rest of his life…

Both of them brew coffee at the store! Yep, it’s just something they do early at morning for themselves and for some of the regulars they have in the morning. 

And I will stop there…I LOVE THIS HC, HASH.

[panlight]

I guess we could claim that with today's technology, the vampire community can easily keep in touch via email or web sites or what-have-you, but I'm skeptical about that and in any event, it's all very new. How did/do vampires ever keep tabs on each other? How did the Volturi or the Cullens know where to find all those witnesses? How did the Romanians ever find out about the confrontation? They claimed that "word travels"... ok, but from where and how? Where did they hear the whispers? Thanks!

I sort of imagine that nomads, though they wander, have favorite spots they go back to over and over again, which their friends will know about, and then can track them by scent from there? So Carlisle knows there’s an area around, idk, Exeter, that Alistair likes to sulk in, so he starts there and then follows his scent. Others might have a permanent locale, like Amun’s temple.You’d also think there were be vampire sort of “meet up” locations where they could run into others of their kind for chat, for romance/sex, to just alleviate the monotony of eternity for a little while. Running into a vampire randomly could be a deadly situation if there’s a territory dispute or they’re just in a bad mood or whatever. So it seems like there should be some ‘safe’ spaces where vampires can go knowing that they will meet other vampires open to socializing there. Volterra is an obvious one, but with all that Law stuff there are certainly vampires who would avoid it rather than flock to it. But maybe there’s some old castle in Romania vampires like to visit to meet up with other vampires, or other landmarks and historic sites (bonus: snack on tourists!). I suppose it’s the kind of thing a creator would tell a newborn so that gets passed on that way, and then other news and gossip gets passed between nomads and visiting covens at these vampire ‘hot spots.’ Or maybe it’s not as formal as that and vampires just flock to places of conflict and death and run into each other and share news there. Natural disasters, war… anywhere where they could pick off humans without their deaths being suspicious. And after they eat, they get chatty. lol. I figure the Cullens are a source of constant gossip for their pretending-to-be-human shtick, but the rumors of them taking on the Volturi would be especially juicy.  Some friend or former ally of the Romanians might hear it and seek them out to tell them, since they’d be very interested in that! Post-BD I think the Cullens will be urging their friends to get some sort of phone for easier communication, in case Alice sees the Volturi making a move or ~whatever. I don’t know how well that would work for some of them, though–what do you think the reception is like in the middle of the Pantanal wetlands where the Amazons live? Are they traveling to public libraries and asking to use the computer to see if Carlisle has emailed them about the Volturi threat?