#like ‘oh thank goodness someone is figuring this out’ it’s so true and so funny skskdkdjd

[itspileofgoodthings]

one of my favorite things about getting older is that I’m just more sure and more confident in taking control in social situations and making other people feel at ease. I really love it!

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Brown Thumb

Pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!Brown!reader

summary: How to help a couple who’s killed every plant they’ve ever owned?

a/n: while I’m not as bad as these two, I have killed my fair share…

a/n2: and this is the last one for my Father’s Day series! Hopefully you guys enjoyed them!

Masterlist

yn_brown

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yn_brown: Spring is here!

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user1: oh girl not again…

↳user2: my bet is longer than 2 weeks but not more than 2 months

↳yn_brown: have a little faith please!

↳user2: girl we tried but…

↳user1: past performance informs on future results

oscarpiastri: please don’t call me at 3:30 again because you killed yet another plant

↳landonorris: but you’re supposed to know these things!

↳oscarpiastri: just because I’m Australian doesn’t mean I know plants

↳nicolepiastri: that’s very true…

↳yn_brown: do you know plants?

↳nicolepiastri: I’m sorry sweetie but. You’re beyond my help

↳yn_brown: 😓😓

zakbrown: maybe it’s time to pick another hobby?

↳yn_brown: you’re supposed to support me in all my endeavors!

↳zakbrown: honey you’ve managed to kill every single living thing that you’ve brought into your apartment

↳yn_brown: those were all defective

↳zakbrown: honey…

alex_albon: you’re gonna get this one!

↳landonorris: thanks for believing in us!

↳alex_albon: oh I don’t, I just have money resting on this

↳landonorris: 😑😑😑

user3: dragging the Brown-Norris household for their brown thumbs wasn’t on my bingo card for the day but I’m loving it

↳user4: I mean they kinda deserve it…those poor plants…

Bluesky

Private Messages, Zak and y/n

yn_brown

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yn_brown: thanks dad for the new members of the family!

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user5: oh boy not again…

user6: I believe in you!

landonorris: These are gonna be the ones! I can feel it

↳yn_brown: they are! We’re gonna be plant parents!

↳georgerussell63: Are you two going to be hosting another funeral for when these perish?

↳landonorris: you frickin muppet!

↳yn_brown: oh I’ll be hosting a funeral but it won’t be for a plant!

oscarpiastri: good luck

↳yn_brown: at least someone has faith in us!

↳oscarpiastri: I do not but one can remain hopeful in hopeless

↳yn_brown: I’m gonna get dad to fire you

↳zakbrown: Y/N you can’t say that

↳yn_brown: but!

↳zakbrown: I’m not going to fire him just because he was bullying you

↳yn_brown: then what use is it to be your daughter???

↳landonorris: you met me??

↳yn_brown: yes I did 🥰🥰🥰

↳oscarpiastri: on my comment thread??

Bluesky

user7: I’m gonna go optimistic! And say…3 months

↳user8: 3 whole months??? That’s not optimistic — that’s crazy

↳user7: one day they’ll figure it out

user9: I think they’ll break their record and kill them in less than 2 weeks

↳user10: harsh

↳user10: but probably true

user11: hmmm….

↳user12: aren’t those the ones we got mom?

↳user11: yeah I think so…

↳user12: and weren’t they…?

↳user11: yup

↳user12: oh this is gonna be funny

↳user13: anything you want to share with the class?

↳user11: oh nothing yet…

landonorris

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landonorris: haters gonna hate but these plants 🪴 are gonna live!!

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user7: I told you guys!! They were gonna get it eventually!

↳user8: I still can’t believe it…4 months strong…

yn_brown: so proud of us babe!

↳landonorris: knew we could do it!!

↳zakbrown: good job kids 👍

georgerussell63: well I’ve never been happier to be proven wrong

↳landonorris: I told you — you should have believed in us from the start!

↳yn_brown: yeah!

↳user14: I mean it’s kinda hard to do that when you’ve killed literally every single other one…

↳georgerussell63: ^^^

alex_albon: damn…lost some good money on this…

↳yn_brown: hahaha

↳alex_albon: 🙁🙁

↳landonorris: your the one who bet against us!

user12: you’re doing great sweethearts!

↳user11: so good!

↳yn_brown: that’s a little condescending for me but I’ll take it!!

Bluesky

user15: OH MY GOD 😂😂😂

user16: this is the funniest thing ever

user17: I can’t believe it…

user18: it took them 5 months to figure it out?!?

user19: I can’t believe Zak bought her fake plants to take care of…

↳user20: I can’t believe it took them this long to figure out that they weren’t real

user21: oh to be a fly on that wall when y/n talks to her dad…

↳user22: oop

Private Messages, Zak/Lando and y/n

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mclaren: This week, as we come closer to Father’s Day, we’d like to showcase some extraordinary fathers on our team — including new proud dad Lando Norris! To show some appreciation, we got him a new plant for his collection!

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landonorris: this is such a low blow guys…

↳mclaren: we’re just being supportive Lando!

y/n_norris: I’m disowning you guys

↳mclaren: we’re genuinely heartbroken right now 💔💔

↳y/n_norris: you deserve it

user23: y/n literally changed her name 😂😭

↳y/n_norris: I've disowned them — I’m a Norris now

↳landonorris: hell yeah you are

↳adam_norris_pure_electric: welcome to the family dear — Cisca

alex_albon: mclaren you should have let us know — we would have gotten him one too!

↳georgerussell63: oh absolutely!

↳mclaren: there’s always next year! liked by alex_albon, georgerussell63

↳landonorris: I’m running you both off the track

user24: ok this is actually the best day of my life

oscarpiastri: happy Father’s Day Lando

↳landonorris: not you too…

↳oscarpiastri: 🤷🏼‍♂️

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[cece693]

i love your work sm!! im not sure if youre still taking pjo requests,, but i would love to see a solangelo x male reader!!

Thanks for the ask! You weren't specific so I went with the jealousy trope but added comedic elements cause I felt like it. Hope you enjoy it :)

Hypothetically Speaking

pairing: will solace x nico di angelo x son of zeus tags: jealousy, both will and nico have crushes on you, but aren't bothered, cute, short, fluff, they think you're straight, you're not, comedic elements

Camp Half-Blood buzzed with summertime chaos. Sword clashes echoed, laughter drifted across fields, and campers joked beneath the gleaming sun. Yet two particular demigods were consumed by an entirely different form of chaos. Will Solace leaned against the old oak tree near the infirmary, eyes fixed intently on you as you sparred gracefully, wielding a celestial bronze sword, sweat glistening beautifully on your brow. Nico di Angelo stood next to him, arms folded, brows knitted in conflicted admiration.

“Do you ever think he’s too good-looking?” Will muttered, narrowing his eyes. "It's unfair."

Nico huffed, rolling his eyes. “You say that daily. If it bothers you so much, why do you stare at him like a lovesick satyr?”

“You’re one to talk!” Will scoffed. “Yesterday you walked into a tree because you were too busy looking at his shoulders.”

“Shut up,” Nico retorted quickly, cheeks flushing crimson. "At least I'm subtle."

“You were practically drooling,” Will teased, nudging Nico gently. “I had to heal your forehead, remember?”

Nico grumbled quietly. “Okay, so we’re both pathetic.”

Will chuckled softly, gently taking Nico’s hand. “But we’re pathetic together.”

They shared a smile, completely at ease with their mutual infatuation. It was impossible not to fall for you: you were handsome, kind, funny, but also famously, notoriously, and heartbreakingly straight. At least, that's what everyone believed. And for the sake of their own sanity, Will and Nico believed it too. They bonded over their mutual crush, comfortable enough in their own relationship to admit—and even joke about—their feelings toward you.

Will sighed dramatically. “Too bad he’s painfully straight.”

Nico nodded solemnly, as if discussing a fallen hero. “Tragic.”

Just then, Lucas, a son of Aphrodite renowned for his charm and devastating good looks, sauntered toward you with an effortlessly confident grin. “Oh gods," Nico groaned, eyes narrowing sharply. “Here comes Mr. Perfect Hair."

Will winced dramatically. "Why is it always Aphrodite’s kids?"

Both boys watched with building horror as Lucas playfully touched your arm, laughing flirtatiously. The true nightmare began, however, when you leaned in, smiling with your perfect lips, and brushed his arm back. "Did you see that?!" Nico sputtered. “Did—did Y/N just flirt back?”

Will paled dramatically. "No, no, we have to be imagining this. Zeus wouldn’t let this happen."

"Zeus doesn't care, Will. He has bigger problems. Like figuring out how many kids he has," Nico snapped sarcastically.

“Oh, we’re being replaced!” Will moaned theatrically, burying his head into his hands. “By the God of Fabulous Hair, of all people!”

That afternoon, oblivious to the crisis you caused, you walked over to Nico and Will, who sat broodingly at the infirmary steps. "Hey guys," you called cheerily, grinning warmly. Both stared at you blankly, their eyes narrowed in synchronized suspicion. "Whoa," you laughed nervously. "Who died?"

"No one yet," Nico mumbled ominously, earning a gentle elbow from Will.

You cocked your head, clearly confused. “Did I do something wrong? You're both acting like someone kicked Cerberus."

“No,” Nico muttered stubbornly. “Why would anything be wrong?”

“You looked pretty cozy earlier with Lucas,” Will blurted bitterly, unable to help himself. Nico elbowed him sharply, whispering something that suspiciously sounded like traitor.

“Lucas?” you echoed, genuinely confused. Then you laughed—a warm, hearty laugh that sent butterflies straight through both boys' stomachs. “That was just friendly banter. Aphrodite’s kids flirt with everyone. Even Mr. D. I’m pretty sure they’d flirt with a tree if it winked back.”

“Wait—so you're not into Lucas?” Will brightened instantly, hope returning to his eyes.

You chuckled again, shaking your head. “Gods, no. He’s like a brother.”

Nico blinked, trying to hide his relief behind a veil of nonchalance. "Funny, we kinda thought you were...painfully straight.”

“Painfully?” you repeated, raising an amused eyebrow. "Come on guys, Zeus is my dad, not my therapist. No way am I straight."

Will’s mouth fell open as Nico coughed awkwardly, his pale cheeks flushing deeply. "Then…What exactly are you into?"

You paused for dramatic effect, smirking mischievously. "Oh, you know. Dark, mysterious death boys and sun-kissed healer types with hero complexes. Hypothetically speaking."

Will stared dumbfounded while Nico snorted in embarrassment, covering his reddening face. "Hypothetically. Right."

“I suppose,” you continued lightly, “if two such individuals were interested, I'd consider myself incredibly lucky.”

Both boys exchanged wide-eyed glances, their irritation evaporating instantly. Will grinned excitedly, throwing an arm around Nico. "Did he just say what I think he said?"

Nico nodded solemnly, fighting back a grin of his own. "I think he did."

You winked playfully. "Well, boys, maybe instead of brooding like dramatic characters from one of Percy's weird novels, you should've just asked."

Nico groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face against Will’s chest. "Gods, kill me now."

Will laughed warmly, leaning forward. “Too late. You’re already dead, remember?”

You chuckled as you moved closer, wrapping an arm gently around each of them. "So, are we gonna keep moping, or can we move onto the ‘happily-ever-after’ part?"

Nico sighed dramatically, feigning reluctance. "Well, since you're practically begging…"

Will squeezed Nico tighter, grinning ear-to-ear. "Finally! Our trio dream becomes reality!”

"Careful, Solace," you teased, pressing a quick kiss to each of their cheeks. "You sound dangerously close to being a cliché."

Will merely laughed, contentedly tugging you and Nico closer. “For you, I’m willing to risk it.”

“Gods help me,” Nico sighed affectionately, “I’m stuck with two hopeless romantics.”

You grinned mischievously, gently nudging Nico's side. "Correction: You're stuck with two ridiculously attractive, hopeless romantics."

Nico rolled his eyes fondly. “Same thing.”

[nicohii]

(Actor! Sylus x Non-MC Writer! Reader, Actor! Caleb x Non-MC Writer Reader)

Hollywood Series: part one | part two

Actor! Sylus who looks so stiff when you first meet him that it makes you stiff too. The sight is too funny that it makes both Actress! MC and Producer! Zayne snort and giggle.

You turn to Actress! MC, your eyebrows almost disappearing into your hairline as you try to ask her what the hell is so funny. 

"I'm sorry, Sylus!" She says in between giggles as she wraps - tries to - wrap her arm around your shoulder and pull you in, "they just get too intimidated by handsome men."

"That's 100% true! I get intimidated, by you, because you know, you're gorgeous. " Your mouth moves before you can even speak and the heat in Actor! Sylus' cheeks grows hotter by the second. 

"Thank you, I guess." He murmurs and it amuses Producer! Zayne and Actress! MC practically cries from laughing.

"Oh you two will go a looooong wayyyy"

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Actor! Sylus, who you realized is as goofy as anyone gets. He likes music, has hobbies of his own (quite expensive ones, frankly) and he's a good conversationalist. It's charming really. 

Actor! Sylus who offers his place as a start to brainstorm. His idea is simple: a Bonnie and Clyde type of film, with an explosive plot twist at the end -- one of them is just a figment of the other's mind, and the crime is commited by one person only, but it's not who everyone thinks it is. 

He has a vision for it, excerpts scribbled from a black (and kinda worn out) note book. There is a boyish mirth in his eyes as he shows it to you, like the rigid and cold exterior has shed of and he's just too excited to finally share these parts of him. 

In the times that you speak to him, he can't help but feel the sides of his mouth hurt when, genuine smiles fall from his lips as you tell him about your ideas that fall perfectly with the fish bones he presented. Hell, you even suggested story boards along with it. 

Actor! Sylus who feels the excitement he hasn't had in years. His lounging beside you, in his old college shorts and baggy shorts he's had since high school (his dad accidentally bought two sizes big and decided to keep it) and dialling for pizza as you scribble your ideas on his notebook.

Writer! Reader who looks no better. With a shirt that practically drowns you (Sylus thinks that this suspiciously fits someone he knows but chooses not to speak about it), some soft and plush baggy pants and mismatched socks. 

"I've hit a wall... " You tell him, dropping the pen and rubbing your eyes with your fingers. Leaning against the seat of his sofa and extending your legs straight flat in his carpeted floor. 

"Well, do you want to have some fun? " He hopes you dont hear the shyness in his voice. (What the fuck? What is he? Seventeen?) 

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Actor! Sylus who sucks at Kitty Cards but is one hell of a champion and swipes the floor clean with your pride at Yu Gi Oh! 

Actor! Sylus who definitely has the newest Tekken update in his carefully set up gameroom. Your practically gasp at his Warhammer figures carefully arranged in his oak center table. Your eyes twinkle and jaw oj the floor. Motherfucker had the audacity to be beautiful and have a personality? Well fuck  (you, please) 

The way you look at it though makes him feel like a boy again and he doesn't know how to deal with it, it's like theres a sudden itch in the back of his neck that he can't stop rubbing. Did the paint always looked chipped like that---

"Sylus... " He gets back on Earth with your hand on his shoulder, you look at him (look up, actually because well, were you always this small?, he thinks) You look at him with determined and fiery eyes, fist raised like you were expressing support, "You , my guy, are a very cool and badass person. "

He takes a breath, don't look at me like that! He looks at you and he feels like a kettle, and before he realizes it, his hands are covering his face. It's hot and he feels so fucking giddy inside that he doesn't know what do with it. 

"Are... Are you okay? "

He just gives you a thumbs up. 

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Actor! Caleb who lounges on Producer! Zayne's couch like a lazy ass cat. He stares at the dark haired man, typing in his laptop as Actress! MC makes something in the kitchen. 

He keeps refreshing your messages, he gets frustrated and practically tosses his phone just to stare at Zayne again. 

"If you want to tell me something just say it. Stop looking at me like you're trying to see the folds of my brain." Zayne closes his laptop and takes off his glasses, leaning on his chair. 

Actress! MC who conveniently comes out of the kitchen with two tea cups, placing it in front of him before taking a seat on Zayne's lap. 

"He wants to ask about a certain someone and what do you think about them and another certain someone. " There it is again that knowing smirk, WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN????? 

"Am not." Caleb murmus taking a sip before sitting in a ball, he should've just come to Gideon. 

Zayne finishes takes a sip before rubbing MC's knees. Caleb rolls his eyes, it's too cheesy it's making him have diarrhea from looking at these two couple alone. 

"I think they are good together. The film will be great. "

"Together????? "

"See, this is what I'm telling you, Caleb. You have this perfect eyesight for flying planes but too fucked up to see obvious things. " MC speaks a little too loud at makes Zayne's hand squeeze her thigh a little harder. 

"Oh yeah, cause you're too smart are ya? " Caleb bites back.

"Yeah, I am. Want me to spell it out for you dumb ass?! " 

"Honey, I don't think this is something you need to discuss while you're in my lap---"

"YOU LIKE THEM! NO, NO, YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR THEM! But instead of coming out and just saying it nooooooo, Little Mr. Pilot wants to explore the world, ha-ha-ha  cause he's a star and when all is said and done, he can always come home to them and they'll take him back... "

"Honey... " Zayne tries to hold her hand. 

"Well guess what motherfucker, I hope they get the man they deserve." 

There is a beat of silence. MC's hands on her hips, she was always the fighter among them three. She looks at her with fierce determination, yeah come at me bro. 

Caleb darts his look at the exasparated green-eyed man. He looks back at him before rolling his eyes, ah shit here we go. 

"You believe in that, Doc? "

Zayne let's out a tired sigh. Before looking back it him with pursed lips. Before slowly nodding. 

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"That was mean." Zayne tells her as MC returns to his lap, nuzzling his head against the side of her neck. 

"Which part of it? I mean, I didn't lie. " Her fingers combing though his hair and massaging his scalp as she scrolls through her phone.

"The man they deserve, huh?" His voice muffled by her skin.

"Well, I didn't say who."

[written-in-flowers]

Dying Twice: Thanos x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Thanos / Choi Subong x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 5k

Summary: "The heart no longer races when hearing the music play, tryna pull up. Seems like time has stopped. Oh, that would be my first death I been always afraid of" - BTS "Black Swan"

Or you should be scared to play the games, but what is the point in fear if you've already died once? What else is there?

Tags: k-rapper!reader, angst, mentions of drug use, drug use, mentions of partying, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom/sub undertones (if you look closely), slight choking.

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You really landed yourself in a bind this time. As if getting scammed and having to scrape to get by, you sunk low enough to end up here…wherever here was. You still couldn't figure out what kind of place the masked men brought you to. In colors of sickening pink and eye sore yellow, the maze of stairs reminded you of a painting you'd seen. The stairs went up and down and side to side. They went upside-down and sideways. Like with that, you had trouble gauging the path to your destination. Perhaps that didn't matter. You followed the rest of the players through the maze guarded by masked men. They said you'd be playing games for a cash prize. It sounded too good to be true…

But you couldn't pass it up. 

Standing in line to have your photo taken, someone tapped your shoulder. You turned to see a young woman with a short ponytail standing with an excited smile on her face. A pang of dread hit you when you recognized the signs.

“You're B.Kat,” she beamed, getting a better look at your face. “From The Rap Battleground. I've listened to all your songs, and went to your shows! Oh my god, this is so cool! I love your music!”

“Yeah, thanks.” 

“I saw you at The Rap Battleground,” she continued, “When they paired you up with that one rapper.”

“Sik-k,” you said. 

“Yeah, and you burned him so bad,” she laughed. “Oh my god! ‘tell these boys to get back, don't they know I'm fucking S-class’” she repeated, mirroring your gestures. “Ah, this is so sick! I always wondered what happened to you after your last album.”

Everything went downhill, that's what. You'd trusted Nico to manage your money, and instead he embezzled it. You’d given him everything: your heart, your body and soul. The trust the both of you shared went beyond lovers. Hearts beating like one, you swore your souls meshed together the night you met. They’d imprinted and became one form instead of two separate ones. The day you found out what he’d done, your heart physically ached. The threads keeping you together pulled and snapped, the metaphorical red threads falling to the ground. That thread might have never existed to begin with. Nico went to prison but you'd lost everything. All the money you made with your music suddenly disappeared overnight. You tried rebuilding your career, but being a woman in a male dominated industry was rough. Not many producers took you seriously. You’d even been snubbed at Battle, where the judges chose a man over you despite what audiences believed. It didn’t matter how masculine you tried being, you’d never fit in with them. 

“Hey, can I get a picture?” she asked excitedly. “Please?”

“Yeah, me too!” A man nearby overheard and jumped into line with you. “You and Thanos are my favorite rappers. You're both lyrical geniuses.”

“And me!” said another woman, coming over to you. “And can I get your autograph?”

“Um, look, I-”

“-Now, now, everyone. Let's not crowd B.Kat like this.”

You recognized him right away. Long brown hair slicked back from his face, his jacket read ‘124’. Funny, you thought, you were 126. The club manager from Club Pentagon, Namgyu. You remembered the smooth way he'd integrated himself in your inner circle that first night. He'd come bearing drugs and free alcohol that you eagerly accepted. Smooth talking and flirty, you hadn't minded his advances since he’d been before Nico. 

“You can all take a photo with her and Thanos,” he said to the group. 

He gestured over to a man with spiky purple hair. Thanos. A cold sweat went over you seeing him in person. The last time you’d seen him, you both were panting and bottomless in the Battle dressing room. A part of you shivered recalling how his hands felt on your body back then. In that dressing room, he’d pressed on every weak spot as if he’d already known. He’d worked you easily, driving you crazy and nearly begging for him to enter you. When he finally did, it was better than any high you’d ever had before. You sometimes thought he’d been better than Nico. 

“Wassup, Senorita?” he said, and you almost laughed from his cringey opener. “I haven't seen you since Battleground.”

“I've been around,” you lied. 

“Let's take a photo with our fans,” he said to the delight of the group. “A real artist doesn't deny their fans.”

Before you could reject the offer, Thanos and Namgyu pulled you to the camera station next. It reminded you of times that pulled at your broken heart. The fans who used to come to every single show regardless of location; the ones who posted about you on their social media and streamed your music. You didn’t care about the fame they brought, but the acceptance and energy. When you stood behind your microphone, you were home. You could breathe amongst them. Nowadays, you can hardly bear it. Your last album disappointed a lot of people; they said it sounded too manufactured and not like your old sound. You’d gotten a ghostwriter to help you, and that itself was a disaster. The group of followers circled around you for the photo before a masked man stopped you. 

“It's only one photo!” said the first woman told the guard. “You took our phones so we can't take the photos ourselves!”

“Don't you know who they are?” asked the man. “This is B.Kat and Thanos. You know, the rappers?”

“It's not allowed,” the masked soldier said again, crossing his arms in an X symbol. 

The group groaned in disappointment, but Thanos turned to them. “Tell you what. When we get out of here, B.Kat and I will take photos with all of you.”

“Or just with you,” you said. 

“We might even do a friendly rap battle, eh?” he teased you with a nudge. 

“Ooh yeah!” The group cheered, excited by the prospect. 

“I don't think so-”

“-Please step aside,” said the masked man, “And take your individual photos.”

You were the first to obey. However, they weren't done with you. Thanos came up beside you. 

“You know, it’s not cool to snub your fans like that,” he said in matter-of-factly tone. “People will start thinking you’re a snotty person.”

“I don’t have fans anymore,” you replied, not meeting his eyes. 

“You have plenty,” he reasoned, gesturing to the people behind you. “Like, who were those people then? Paid fans?” When you did not answer, he said, “Where’ve you been, B? You haven’t been in the game for a while.”

“I retired.”

He scoffed, “You can’t retire. You’re too young to retire.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“Just wasn’t feeling it anymore.”  

You missed it. You missed being on stage performing for a crowd of people, just feeding off one another's energy. In the dark rooms and dim lights you could release everything laying inside you. You could be another person. But, then it stopped. The music that used to flow out of you felt stuck and dry. It no longer brought the same excitement as before. Every time you thought about stepping on stage, shame came and drove you away. You sat in your room for ages trying to write lyrics or music, but it didn’t happen. The worst thing that could happen did happen: you’d lost your passion. 

“That's a shame,” he said. “I liked your music. I enjoy your flow better. You have a lot of control, so you're precise but still spitting like crazy. Like,” he chuckled, “‘This ain’t a movie, wake up. You’ve lost your sense of reality. Fall away far from here.’ It flows so well. I hoped to hear more after that album of yours.”

You didn’t want to talk about your album. Nico’s betrayal hurt enough without adding your stupid decision to it. “Thanks.”

You all walked into an open roof room. Nothing in it but sand and a large animatronic doll at the end of the room. A female voice explained the rules as Red Light, Green Light. 

“We're playing Red Light, Green Light?” Thanos scoffed when it was announced. “This will be a cake walk.”

“I don’t think so,” you said, eyeing the doll at the end by the tree. An ominous feeling crept inside your bones, stiffening them as you walked. 

“Why?”

“That’s too easy. There must be a catch.” You searched the room for the answer, but you saw nothing unusual. “They wouldn’t give a bunch of broke people a chance at money without there being some challenge to this.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe.”

You felt him stand closer to you. “Don’t worry, B,” he said, winking, “I’ll protect you.”

You somehow doubted that. When the game finally started, your suspicions were proven right. A man-Player 456-told you that the doll was a motion detector and if you moved, they’d shoot you. Nobody believed him the first time, scoffing and laughing at him. 

“He’s like my old man when he comes home drunk,” Thanos said with a smirk, “Just spitting nonsense.” 

“He’s not drunk.”

“What do you mean? Look at him.” 

When the doll called out a second and third time, the true catch was revealed. Bullets came flying from different directions, piercing through people that moved even a smidge. Hot blood sprayed on your face as the man in front of you got a bullet to the head. You could taste the droplets near your mouth, and the stench of blood stuck to your nostrils. Staring down, you realized you’d never seen a dead body before. Not even at a funeral. The man, pot-bellied and bald, laid lifeless at your feet. When it came time to move, you stepped around him and kept going until you reached the end. More people around you and Thanos dropped to the ground. You turned to see your own horror mirrored in his eyes. 

The game ended, and you stared at the field of bodies left on the ground. You wondered what you’d gotten yourself into for real. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t real. It’s a nightmare that you’d wake up from any second. Yet, as you walked on shaky legs back to the dorm, the blood you wiped from your face made everything real. Nobody spoke as you entered the dorm. You walked right to your bunk in the far corner, visions of the dead still clouding your mind. How could they do that? They’d shot those people so easily. What kind of person came up with “games” like this?

“This shit is crazy, man.” Thanos took the bed beside yours, shocked and confused. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, hugging your sides. “I…Those people…It’s…”

Neither of you spoke for a while. You saw the same horrified expressions on the other players. It was the small click that broke you from your thoughts. Thanos had retrieved a large cross from under his shirt and opened it to reveal several different colored pills. Nico used to have a vial of cocaine he kept on him at all times. He always shared it with you. He said he’d do it with nobody else. You wonder now how true that was. 

“Want one?” Thanos offered the cross to you, chewing down on one of them. “It’s crazy good, man. Like nothing I’ve done before.” 

“No, thanks.”

“Come on, I know you pop too. We did it together that night.”

“No.” 

He closed the cross, and finished chewing. “Your last album was shit,” he said out of nowhere, still watching the rest of the group. “Who wrote the music? Nico?”

No point denying it. “This guy named Huey.”

“You used to write your own verses. I saw you doing it during Battleground. What happened?”

“It stopped coming to me.”

“You thought getting a ghostwriter would make it easier?” 

“I needed to make money.

“And lose all your cred in the process?”

“I didn’t think the difference would be that noticeable.”

“Psh, well, it fucking was. Everybody was talking about it. They said you’d finally sold out.”

“I know what they were saying.”

“People already thought a girl rapper was a joke,” he said, “And right when you were showing people you were the real deal, you-”

“-Keep talking and I’ll shove that cross down your fucking throat,” you snapped. “I already know all that. You think I don’t know it? I’ve known since before Battleground when they picked that clown J.D. over me. I heard the shit those fuckers said behind my back: that they thought I was somebody’s girlfriend when they saw me and how I’d make a better groupie than a rapper. I don’t need a pill popper telling me how I fucked up my career. My boyfriend taking my money is already embarrassing enough.” 

“Nico took your money?” This made him turn his head. 

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” he huffed. “That’s ten times more fucked up. At least the guy who scammed me didn’t know me.” 

“Who scammed you?”

“MG Coin,” he scowled, “He told us to invest in this coin and we’d be billionaires. Then the guys who made the coin took all of the money and ran.” He stared into the crowd, “And now he’s here.”

“He is?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna get my money back from him one way or another.”

“Me too!” Namgyu appeared hanging from a bunk above you both. 

“Namsu-”

“-Namgyu-” he corrected Thanos.

“Yeah, Namgyu and I bonded over our shared misfortune,” Thanos said. “We’re gonna get our money back from him. All of it.”

“In order for him to pay you back, he’s got to be the sole winner,” you said, “And in order to be the sole winner, we’d have to be dead.”

“I ain’t dying,” he scoffed, “And neither are you.”

“I already did, so it doesn’t matter.”

Your chest tightened whenever you thought about it. The last time you’d held your notebook, you’d stared at the pages until you gave up. When you last heard one of your songs, you felt nothing. A part of you, you felt, had died. The excitement that used to come out of you no longer existed. It was your first death. Dying in these stupid games would only be a second one. 

“Pill?” He offered his cross a second time, seeing your watering eyes. 

You took a red one without hesitation this time. Crushing it between your teeth, you knew the chalky substance would sink into your bloodstream and you’d forget about it. 

“Can I get one?” Namgyu asked eagerly, trying to get closer to him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Thanos said as if he weren’t already tucking the cross away. 

The masked men returned to the room, and everyone gathered in the center. They told you the new accumulated amount, then for a vote. People could vote to either keep the games going or stop them and leave with a share of what’s left. Seeing the amount left, you knew what choice you needed to make. 

“That would barely put a dent in my debt,” you said out loud to yourself. 

“Same,” said Thanos. You saw the drug starting to take over him with his restless body. “So, it looks like we’re going back into the fray together, B!” 

“Looks like it.”

As expected, even with the amount of bloodshed they’d witnessed, most people picked to continue the games. You heard some people say ‘just one more game can cover my debt’. That depended on how many people died in the next game. As the drug starts running in your veins, you let yourself get lost in the euphoria. 

Hey, if you’re going to die a second time, you’d enjoy the time while you could. 

****

“Fuck, you taste good.”

His tongue swirled and dipped carefully over the hard nub and hood. Your nails dug into his hair, purple hair tangling between your fingers. 

“Better than anything I’ve had before.” 

A slight rush of cold on your side pulled you from the hazy dream. 

“That’s a good girl…Yeah, just like that…You look so pretty like this…Can we just stay here? You feel so fucking good, baby. I don’t want to stop.”

His hands and lips were fire on your skin. His length sunk deep in every thrust, stretching and filling you. Your hands slipped into the dark purple spikes of his hair, scratching his scalp as you tugged on it out of habit. He kept you pinned with his body as he slowly rocked his hips to yours. 

“Subong…”

His body came first. He slowly uncurled you from your sideways position for more access to you. A pair of lips started pecking your neck, starting at your shoulder before reaching the curve at the base. Your mind stayed in between dreams and reality, unable to register what was really going on. Soft breaths buried themselves in your hair, while two hands went around your middle. 

He withdrew just to rub against your clit. His girth pushed your swollen lips apart, sliding over the sensitive nub before slipping back into your entrance. You didn’t think Subong would be any good, but here he was driving you crazy. 

“I was that good, huh?” his voice filled your ear, pulling you from your wet dreams. “So good you dream about it?” You responded with a weary whine. “You sounded so sweet whimpering my name just now. You should do it again.” 

You whined at the hands toying with your nipples. His fingers whirled slowly around the softness to stimulate them, which wasn’t hard to do. That familiar tightness built between your thighs. It had been a long time since anyone coaxed this feeling out of you. You reached around through Thanos’s arms, grabbing the nape of his neck to touch as much as you could. He grinded into you, his hardness poking against your ass each time and causing him to groan. Whether it was the pills or you really had talked in your sleep, you didn’t care. You didn’t want him to stop. 

“Open your legs,” he whispered, turning your head to draw you in for a kiss. His tongue slipped over yours in the deep kiss, passionate like the first time. He explored your mouth with his tongue before ending it with a few soft pecks. “Let me see how wet you’ve gotten.” 

You let him slip off your sweatpants to reveal the plain cotton underwear. Rubbing your thighs together, you knew there must be a small wet patch already there. You got confirmation when three fingers rubbed over it, and he groaned. 

“It must’ve been a nice dream if you’re this wet already,” he said, lightly dotting kisses on your neck. “I remember how wet you got for me in that dressing room. It was running down your thighs when I started fucking you. You remember that, don’t you, baby? You remember how sticky and sloppy your pussy was before I railed you?”

“Ye-yes…” You let go of his hair to feel down his body to his center. He quivered at your touch, breathing heavily as you reached the bulge pressing to you. “I remember how hard you were by the time I put you in my mouth.” 

“Best blowjob I ever had,” said Thanos, pushing into your hand as he spread your wetness through your panties. “I got so jealous when I heard you started dating someone. I would’ve treated you a billion times better than him,” he traced his tongue along your ear, “And fucked you as much as you wanted.” 

“Why do I believe that?” you giggled, giving his cock a squeeze. 

Thanos chuckled as he turned your head to kiss you. His tongue instantly darting into your mouth, your arousal grew feeling him harden in your hand. Not particularly big, you knew he’d make you see stars by the time you finished. You slid over the hard tip before teasing the sensitive underside. You couldn’t stop thinking about him inside you. His thickness pulsing and twitching in his boxers brought memories of how perfectly he’d filled you that night. Nico wasn’t very big, but Thano’s was the perfect length. 

He’d also gone longer. 

Soon, Thanos pushed through your panties, and a rush of cold air made you tremble. Two fingers holding your swollen lips open, a third one flicked over your clitoris. You flinched at the single swipe, earning light chuckles before he did it a second time. The tip of his finger rolling around it, you put your hand in his boxers to feel his hot, hard cock on your fingers. A light trickle of precum became the lube you used to coat his tip. The squishy bulb leaked into your palm in every stroke, and his low moans filled your ear. You sensed his need beginning to build with yours, making you stroke him more. 

“Pl-please,” you whimpered, eyes closing and back arching as he teased your entrance with two fingers. “Please…”

“You’ll get it soon, baby,” Thanos promised, free hand sliding up to your throat where he held in your place. “You’ll get it really soon. Be a good girl and be quiet for me. We wouldn’t want to wake anyone else up.” 

Your leg going back over his, Thanos pinned it down with his arm. Volume really should be a concern, but the overwhelming pleasure overcame that sense. You squirmed in his hold while he teased you. Spreading your juices around, you heard the faint slick sounds in every move. It was when he slipped the fingers inside that your thighs closed, trapping his hand there. 

“No, no, no,” he said, pulling your thigh back up, “You’re keeping these open for me.” 

“Subong,” you whined quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He sunk them deep, wriggling the tips around as he curled them. “How can I touch you if they’re closed? You have to keep them open if you want me to make you feel good,” he continued, seeing you moan and writhe from his touches, “Just turn your brain off, and let me take care of you.”

His palm tapping your clit made your thighs and legs tremble. Your back arched against him as your hips moved into his hand. They reached right to your g-spot like they’d done the first time. You recalled everyone having gone home, but you’d stayed to keep rehearsing in your dressing room. He’d come innocently, wanting to talk about music and songwriting, but then it became less innocent. The thought it might’ve been a bet between the men came to you, yet it had been a while and you thought he was cute. It’d been by luck that nobody knew about what you two had done in the dressing room. 

“You hear that?” He asked, as he fingered you quickly. He made sure you heard the squishing sounds of your sex gripping his fingers. “That’s all you, sweetie. That’s the sound of your sweet pussy drenched and wet.”

Your body shivered as he went deeper and faster, the sensation crippling you. The deep, tongue-clashing kiss you then shared was what sent you over. Your body suddenly became sensitive to his touch. Muscles tensing in their grasp, eyes squeezed shut as you restrain your orgasm with his mouth, you got lost in the euphoria coursing in your like a drug. 

You didn’t have a moment to process anything before the cock in your hand replaced his fingers. Thanos continued the steady pace, holding onto your thigh to keep your legs spread. You could feel him spreading you out, mixing your wetness with his own inside your pussy. Like last time, he hit your core dead center and had you grinding into him for more inches. His faint whimper at your hips whirling to his stroked your ego a bit. 

“You had sounded hot too, you know,” you moaned between kisses, keeping his hand on your pussy. 

“Oh yeah?” Thanos lifting your leg up and changing his angle slightly. 

“Yes,” you said, clenching your jaw as you suppressed more moans. “I love hearing guys moan.”

He took immediate advantage of this information. Lips to your ear, his groans tickled the edges. Hearing it out loud, even in the quiet room, lets you imagine all the pleasure he must be experiencing because of you. Your walls dragged across his cock in each thrust, and you purposefully clenched them to make yourself tighter for him. Thanos drew closer as he lifted your thigh upwards, holding you by your ass instead as he thrusted faster. It showed in the way he gripped your body close to him, wanting to touch more of you. You thanked God you didn’t have anyone sleeping above you. 

You were jelly by the time he pulled you underneath him and forced your legs open. As you knew he would, he gently tapped and rubbed against your clit. Overstimulated but wanting more, you cupped your breasts and brushed your nipples for added pleasure. Thanos didn’t allow this. Pushing your hands aside, he pinned them to your sides as he pushed his cock inside you. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against him, loving every inch he gave you in his thrusting. 

“Just as good as I remember,” he grunted in your ear, not holding back anymore. The bunk might’ve pushed into the wall if it weren’t bolted to the floor. Yet, the light smack of his hips to yours could be heard. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

The best dick you’d ever had, including Nico’s, though you didn’t say so out loud. Your mouth could not word the thoughts going through your head. Even back then, Thanos’s cock turned you into a senseless, incoherent mess. You could lay in that bed and take him forever. In the half glow of the dorm, you could see his shirtless body hovering over you. Dark hair hanging over his face, eyes full of lust, he’d look the same in the dressing room. 

“I'd vote X if it meant I get to have-have this,” he said in your ear, hands keeping yours to the bed as he took long strokes. “Get to have this tight pussy to myself…all the time…whenever I want…”

“Subong,” you whined, your second orgasm approaching.

“I love when you say my name,” he groaned against your shoulder, “Say it again, baby.” 

You said his name like a mantra, the word matching the pace of his hips. You noticed he went particularly hard the times you whined his name instead. He released your wrists and knelt up, lifting your hips from the bed. In this new, elevated position, you could only grind on him as he pumped himself inside you. His muscles constricted from the hold his orgasm and position had on him. As your walls squeezed him, his head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open in every quiet moan he forced back. You reached out for him, grabbing his forearms and keeping him close this way. Trembling in his hold, Thanos sensed your next orgasm and chased it down. 

He stuck two fingers in your mouth right as you came around him. Moans muffled by the digits pushing down on your tongue, occasionally pushing to your throat. You forgot where you were at that moment. Pleasure and bliss washed over you in waves, crashing down in trembles and twitching. It controlled every sense in your body, keeping you going but also wearing you down. You held onto his wrist to keep his fingers in your mouth, regardless of the drool they created. Eyes locked on one another, he didn’t tear away even when his own climax approached. Something deeper happened in that moment that had nothing to do with him cumming inside you. Legs hooked around his waist, you kept him close as he emptied the last few drops into your cunt. 

“Fuck,” he huffed, settled between your legs and head on your shoulder, “Fucking amazing.”

“Very.”

This is where you expected him to roll over, mutter a goodbye, and start heading back to his bunk. He didn’t. Thanos did lay beside you in the bed, but he didn’t leave. You didn’t mind. It felt nice having someone next to you again. Perhaps you’d let him come back tomorrow night just to have the closeness. Feeling his cum starting to leak from you, you knew you should do something about it, but why? You might not make it out of this place. What did it matter if anything came from this? 

“I know what you mean, by the way,” he said in the quietness of the dorm. 

“About what?”

“Dying twice.” 

The stab wound in your heart reopened at his words. “I was standing on the bridge when that ddjaki guy came up to me,” he said. “I thought about ending it all. Who was I without my music? Okay, the money thing really affected me too, but not like how losing my passion did. It felt hard to make anything. Putting words to my feelings was hard, and it didn’t give me the same excitement it used to. It was like I’d already died, so big deal if I fell from the bridge?”

The confession surprised you. Thanos never struck you as the type to have that mindset. But, as you turned to look at him, you realized you weren’t talking to Thanos, the cocky rapper. You were seeing Choi Subong, a man who once had passions and dreams that became shattered in a single second. A lot like you. Snuggling to him, you put your head on his shoulder as he put an arm around you. You pictured him standing on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water and contemplating everything that happened to him. He’d lost the lifestyle he worked so hard to achieve, and going back to the bottom was rough. 

“But, we’re both good rappers,” he said, “Maybe if we win this, we’ll get our money and our passion back.”

“And if we lose?”

“We’ll be dead and nothing will matter. So, that’s why I’m playing like I’m going to die anyways. If you play like that, you’re not scared.”

“Being high for most of it helps too,” you sneered, hand finding the cross laying nearby. 

“It does,” he chuckled. “Want one?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. 

Why did it matter? You’d already died once. Dying a second time wouldn’t be so bad. 

****

A/N: haha love that my first squid game fic is for Thanos. I have others on the way, but hope you enjoyed my first!

[mochiwonz]

─── YOU'RE ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ୨୧

PAIRING. fem!reader x jake sim .ᐟ FEATURING. riki (enhypen) & yoonchae (katseye) CONTENT. strangers to lovers , romance , fluff , cursing , petnames , reader calls yoonchae ' chae ' and riki ' rikster ' and has other nicknames for them too ^ ^ WORD COUNT. 4.3k NOTE. literally spent a whole day trying to figure out how to make my christmas theme cute...so i hope it doesn't disappoint (ᵕ—ᴗ—) enjoyy :D

[ 🧸 ] ... ️ ㅤ' make my wish come true , all i want for christmas is you '

oh how you loved winter. you loved the snow, the chilly weather, the smell of freshly baked cookies and pine tree, being able to snuggle up under your comforter and three other blankets, and most of all— you absolutely loved christmas. but you felt like something had been missing for the past two christmases, you felt lonely.

and instead of something, it might've been someone you were missing.

you always felt like christmas was the best time of the year. wait, scratch that, you knew christmas was the best time of the year. there was always this joy and comfort of christmas that you couldn't really explain, it was just something so special. but of course, you're an adult now and you don't know what happened— but some of that magic had just faded. you didn't really know why or what happened, maybe it was just you becoming an adult and growing up.

but finally, you realized what the problem was after talking with your bestfriends, riki and yoonchae.

you felt lonely. you didn't feel that joy of having company. and even though you had your friends and family, it felt like you yearned for something more. or a special someone, a significant other.

for awhile, you had yourself convinced all you needed was you, your family, your friends, and some food. however, after watching a few k-dramas and seeing couples literally everywhere— social media and while you were out an about, you couldn't help but want a boyfriend, too.

you didn't know who this boyfriend would be, when you would be able to find a boyfriend, and how you'd do it, but you were getting kind of desperate. i mean, you had a whole pinterest board for things you wanted to do with your future boyfriend...yeah.

you had your doubts, maybe you wouldn't end up finding a boyfriend. but riki and yoonchae were sure, very sure, that your certain someone was out there waiting for you— and they were right!

now, enter sim jaeyun, or what everyone calls him, jake.

jake was just like you, he loved christmas and everything that had to with it, as well. and he was also going what you were going through, that lonely feeling. yeah, he really wanted a girlfriend. he wanted someone that would have genuine interest in him, someone that was funny, someone that was pretty, and of course— someone that absolutely loved the christmas season.

luckily for you, you checked all of those boxes.

today was november 30th, a few weeks 'till christmas. the joy was there, but also kind-of not. yesterday, yoonchae had asked you if you could go christmas shopping with her today, and of course you said yes. you just decided to brush off that lonely feeling, you were going to hang out with your bestie today, anyways!

and thank god you decided to go shopping with her, because if you didn't— you would've never met him.

yoonchip : hey girlie yoonchip: u still up for tday?

you: hey :) you: yeah, i'll meet u at xxx !!

yoonchip: sounds good ^ ^ see u at 5

right, you guys were meeting at 5pm and it was— oh shit.

it was already 3pm?!?

you don't know why you always lost track of time, but you did. so, you washed up, picked out a cute outfit— fit for the holiday season, and did your hair and makeup. you managed to get ready in just an hour and a half, which was quite rare for you.

your outfit :

you felt much better after getting ready and all dolled up. you were excited to walk around town and shop with yoonchae, you really did need an outing. and yes, it was snowing!

you wanted to bury yourself in the snow, it was just so gorgeous.

you made yourself a warm peppermint latte and sat down next to your large window, looking out at the pretty environment. the snow, the people, the way the sun was setting, it looked like a scene out of a movie.

you pick up your phone, remembering you had to go meet up with yoonchae. you quickly finish your latte, grab your scarf, and exit your apartment.

after what seemed like a long 16 minute drive to the town, you had finally made it. the pretty christmas decorations on all the buildings, the decorated christmas trees surrounding the street, and the warm yellow lights made you feel so happy.

you quickly walked to the shop where you were meeting yoonchae, and there she was— your bestfriend.

"chae!!" you exclaim while running up to yoonchae excitedly.

she's startled, but realizes it's just you and turns around to give you a warm bear hug. you really loved spending time with yoonchae, she was one of the few people you trusted most in your life. you really saw her as your younger sister.

"y/n!! i missed youuu" she says, you both still hugging one another.

"missed you more chae, now let's shop before all the stores close" you respond and she nods in agreement.

in a span of 45 minutes, you guys had went to 4 stores and already had 2 bags in hand each. let's just say both of you ended up shopping more for yourself rather than shopping for gifts.

"oh my god chae, my arms are already tired" you say, sounding exhausted.

"me too, want to just go back to your place?" she suggests, sounding just as exhausted as you are.

"no, not yet, i still have to find gifts for riki, and he's gonna have an attitude if i show up with nothing for him, ya know?" you explain, and yoonchae nods and rolls her eyes. riki was your guy's bestfriend, and he was supposed to be hanging out with you guys— but of course, he totally forgot.

you both sit down on a bench and place your bags down, giving your guy's poor arms a break. you and yoonchae decide that you just wanted to take a quick break, scrolling on social media for a little and enjoying the snow.

little did you know, a certain someone had been watching— no, admiring you from afar. that someone was none other than jake sim.

you first caught his eye when you were in the same clothing store as him, shopping around with yoonchae. you'd walked by him, and he got a whiff of your perfume— you smelt just like vanilla and freshly baked cookies. he immediately turned to look at you and holy shit, you were gorgeous, you looked like a dream. he never thought he had an ideal type, well, until he saw you.

he was in a trance, just staring at you. thank god you hadn't seen him, you probably would've thought he was a weirdo. the way you were dressed, your silky hair, your pretty big eyes, your voice, shit, he was falling in love.

and he overheard you talking to yoonchae about how much you loved the christmas decorations and snow outside, oh my god. something in him was telling him that you guys were soulmates, and he had to talk to you somehow— it was now or never.

he quickly shakes off the nerves and slowly makes his way across the street, towards you. at first, you don't notice. but yoonchae does, and she nudges your shoulder.

"y/n, girl, look up" she whispers and quickly looks back down at her phone.

you look up and holy shit, he's so pretty. his hair was so fluffy, he had such a tall nose bridge and pretty plump lips and wait, he's walking towards you? fuck, you could already feel your hands getting clammy.

and before you know it, this insanely handsome man was standing right in front of you, smiling while looking down at you. he looked kind-of nervous, but you found it quite cute.

"hey uhm, i'm jake. i just saw you from over there" he points to the store across the street, "and not to be weird, i just thought you were so gorgeous and uhm—" he cuts himself off, he's just rambling at this point. he can't bear to look you in the eyes, he's too nervous.

' goddamn jake, cmon, don't scare her away ' he thinks.

you giggle at the way he suddenly freezes, looking at the ground.

"thanks jake, that's sweet of you. i'm y/n" you say while smiling, and he almost melted. your voice sounded so sweet, so pretty.

you quickly look over at yoonchae and you spot a slight smirk on her face, as if she's holding back a little laugh.

you did sound kind-of nervous, and she was probably going to tease you about this afterwards.

"yeah of course, so like, is there any way that i could get your number? or i could give you mine, uhm yeah anything works" he says, sounding just as nervous as you were.

you can't help but smile at him, he was so cute. and of course you were going to give him your number, how could you not?

"of course, here" you tell him while handing him your phone, "you can put your number and name in"

he was smiling, really hard. he was getting your number, or wait, you were getting his number, whatever. and the cherry on top? you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. he definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, that's for sure.

"yeah uhm, thanks y/n, i'll text you later" jake says while giving you your phone back, finally looking you in the eyes and shit, he might've just peed himself.

your eyes were so...sparkly...?

you smile at him, your heart was basically melting at this point.

"okay, text you later jake!" you say while giggling as he walks away, you can't help it— he's so cute. you've never met a guy that had this effect on you, maybe jake was special.

as soon as he's out of sight, yoonchae wheezes.

"yoonchae i almost shat myself—"

she wheezes again and puts her hand on your shoulder.

"i know girl, i could tell but did you see him? he looked so in love, so lovey dovey, maybe he's your christmas present" she says, teasingly.

"yoonchae stop" you laugh while playfully shoving her, but maybe she was right.

maybe he was your christmas present, and perhaps you were his. you just weren't quite aware of that yet.

after another hour, you and yoonchae both parted ways. and as soon as you got to your apartment, you absolutely freaked the fuck out. all of the excitement just came rushing out of you, and frankly— you didn't even know that you were that happy, after just meeting a guy.

well, a really cute guy.

once you calmed down a bit, you decided to change into your comfortable gingerbread pajamas and go onto instagram. what you expected was to just see your normal feed, your friend's posts and whatnot. what you didn't expect to see, at all, was jake's post right there— all up in your face. you guessed it was because he was in your contacts now but shit, he looked so good in person and online.

you were contemplating if you should like the post and follow him, until you realized he had already followed you and actually left you a text message.

jake: hey y/n :))

you pause for a second and text him back.

you: hii jake

while waiting for a response, you hop back onto instagram and follow him. i mean, it's fine, he was already following you.

your eyes were blessed with his face when you clicked onto his profile. you were also looking at his other posts, and you found out he had a dog named layla, cute.

jake: i see you liking my posts jake: hehe

you giggle.

you: okay annddd? you: you literally followed me first and liked 90% of my posts

jake: damn, you got me there jake: jake 0 , y/n 1 jake: lol, anyways i was wondering what ur interests are?

you sit and think for a good minute, your interests only really had to do with winter and christmas, and maybe watching movies?

you: i'm kinda boring :p you: i really like christmas, and snow, and i guess watching movies

you see that he reads the text, but after one minute— he still hasn't responded. god, was he laughing at how boring you were?

unbeknownst to you, he was actually kicking his feet and giggling. so you did really like christmas. and you liked the snow and watching movies, too? fuck, you were his perfect match.

jake: sorry had to go get smth jake: but that's cool, and ur not boring :) i rlly like christmas too

you let out a sigh of relief after reading his texts.

your guy's conversation goes on for another one and a half hours, talking about your interests and stuff related to christmas. he was so interested in christmas, just like you. your heart was beating out of your chest, in a good way of course.

after you both said your "goodnights" to each other, you had tried to fall asleep. but you couldn't. you were daydreaming, about him, jake, his pretty face and cute personality. how he loved christmas and movies just like you did. how he didn't find you boring.

you wondered if he was already fast asleep, or daydreaming just like you.

and yes, he was indeed daydreaming— just like you were.

he'd never felt so comfortable around someone, let alone a female. he'd never really been good at even talking to females since, well, ever. he loved how you had the same humor and interests as him, he loved how naturally cute you were, and of course— he loved how you rambled about how much you loved the christmas season.

fast forward a little more than a week later, you and jake had been "talking" and god, he was your dream guy. you were sure of it now.

he was respectful, always holding doors open for you and walking you to your apartment when it was dark. he always complimented you and told you how gorgeous you were, even if you hadn't brushed your hair or gotten all dolled up. and best of all, he was always listening when you talked, even about the stupidest things. even when you were rambling about how gingerbread pajamas are cuter than snowman pajamas, he was genuinely listening.

oh, and you absolutely adored his smile and the way he laughed. honestly, he was like a human golden retriever.

you were falling for him, but...did he feel the same for you?

the quick answer, is yes, definitely yes.

he was sure that he was already in love with you when he laid eyes on you that first day. you looked so unreal and beautiful, and your personality was just as beautiful, too. that's what really locked him in. you were sweet, caring, funny, loved animals, loved christmas, and enjoyed making legos with him.

yeah, you were the one.

he just hadn't found the balls to ask you out properly, yet. but he knew he had to, at least before christmas.

today was the 14th of december and for some reason, jake decided that he actually had the balls today. you'd invited him over to make some cute christmas legos and watch home alone together, and of course he couldn't say no.

once he arrived to your place, he was in awe of how pretty you had decorated it. your tree was beautiful, ornaments and all. and your house smelt like a warm hug, like vanilla and christmas tree. but what he was even more in awe of was how beautiful you were, i mean, every time he saw you he was in awe.

but wow, you looked so gorgeous with your bare face. the way your hair was in a messy bun and you were in your cute little gingerbread pajamas, he just wanted to squish you. in a loving way, of course.

"hey jae, come in!" you say as you open the door. you'd started calling him jae, and he didn't mind it. in fact, he thought it was quite cute.

he ruffles your hair as he walks by you.

"wow y/n, your place is so pretty" he says, and you thank him.

"okay so, the lego set is already ready to be made over there" you point to your living room, "but i was actually thinking of doing face masks before..." you grin at him, "wanna do a face mask with me?" you ask while giving him puppy eyes, of course he couldn't say no.

the thing is, he never really knew what a face mask did, or how to do it, but he just wanted to make you happy, and it really did.

you had bought special christmas face masks for this special occasion, and jake— of course, found you adorable. you gave him a santa one and you gave yourself a snowman. and after finally putting the face masks on, you decided to take some cute selfies with him.

' we look like a couple ' you think, and you feel your ears start to get all red and hot.

"y/n? why are your ears so...red?" he asks, slightly giggling while brushing his hair back with his pretty fingers.

god, this was embarrassing, really embarrassing. he looked so beautiful and naturally just perfect, and you here you were, looking like a blushing mess.

and yeah, you might've thought of it as embarrassing, but jake was even more embarrassed because of how cute he found your red ears. he was already so in love with you, and at this point— he was really holding back the urge to just kiss your pretty face.

"uh i'm just cold, here wait, i'll go turn on the heater" you say, quickly getting up to go turn on the heater, even though that wasn't really the cause of your red ears.

he just nods and stares, he can't help it— you're literally the cutest in every way possible.

30 minutes later, you find yourselves building the lego set together. it's so much fun, you never had an interest in legos before this, but now you definitely did.

"jae—"

he quickly looks up from whatever he's doing, did you just call him jae? he felt his heart beat a little quicker at the cute nickname, he wishes you would accidentally call him that more often.

"sorry jake, uhm" you clear your throat, "i'm kind-of hungry" you mumble, focused on trying to piece together a lego.

"not going to lie, me too. oh my god, y/n, let's make ramen and hot chocolate" he suggests eagerly, but you turn your head in confusion. you've never heard of that combo before, but you were willing to try it since he was so excited about it.

"okay, i need a break from this anyways" you laugh, "i have all my ramens and instant noodles in the cabinet next to the stove" you tell him, as you go to get your phone from the couch, first.

he immediately gets up and happily runs to the cabinet, cute. he got so excited about little things, and it made your heart melt. he was so...genuine.

"i'll make chapagetti!" he says, grabbing a pot and filling it with water.

"okay, i'll make the hot chocolate" you respond, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing your needed ingredients.

you're both focused, he's making his favorite chapagetti, and you're making your y/n signature hot chocolate. there was silence, but a comfortable one. you liked it, and so did he.

however, you're interrupted by a knock on the door. you hadn't invited anyone except for jake. you curiously walk over to the front door and open it.

"hey miss y/n" riki says as you open the door.

"hey rikster" you respond, "i didn't invite you but come in, i guess..." you tell him, rolling your eyes playfully.

you notice the present in his hands.

"is that for me?" you ask curiously, but also matching his playful tone.

"might be..." he responds while putting the gift on a small table near the entrance.

"oh and i have a guest over—" you try to tell him while walking over to the kitchen, but you're cut off by riki's excitement.

"jake hyung?!" he exclaims while running up to jake, who is caught off guard.

"oh my god, riki" jake laughs, "wait— how do you know y/n?"

"bro, i've literally told you about her" riki says while plopping onto your couch, his favorite part about your place.

"wait" riki says, smirking at you and then at jake.

"are you two dating or something? why are you here jake?" he asks teasingly while raising one of his eyebrows.

you both freeze. you wished riki would just shut the fuck up sometimes, honestly.

you quickly glance at jake, and his cheeks are slightly pink. he was just as flustered as you, and that somehow made you feel little butterflies in your stomach.

"riki shut the fuck up for once, please— we aren't dating" you say sternly while scratching your nape.

you and jake weren't dating, but fuck, you really wished you were.

you catch how jake's expression slightly changed when you told riki that you two weren't dating, did he feel the same way you did?

jake thought he made it obvious, but i guess not.

"anyways" he clears his throat, "i finished making the chapagetti" jake says, placing his finished ramen on the counter.

wow, it looked good.

"nice! the hot chocolate is done, too" you respond.

you were about to pull out a chair for you to sit on but jake beats you at it, and pulls out the chair for you.

you just stare at him, you're taken aback. how could one be so respectful and funny, yet so beautiful? is he even real? you were actually wondering if you were hallucinating him.

"y/n this isn't a k-drama" riki reminds you while laughing, and you're embarassed.

"shut the fuck up" you tell him, annoyed and embarassed because he literally just did what does best— calling you out.

jake just lets out a little laugh, still waiting for you to sit.

"ah sorry, thanks jae" you thank him and of course, you accidentally blurt out that cute nickname. you feel your heart drop to your ass, silently praying that riki wouldn't tease you.

he just nods and smiles at you, seemingly nonchalant. however, he was jumping and giggling and screaming on the inside.

you brush it off and you both start enjoying the food, and damn is it good.

"wow y/n" his eyes widening as he takes a sip of the hot chocolate, "your hot chocolate might be better than mine"

you playfully smack his arm, but end up accidentally feeling the muscle. the world was against you right now, you were convinced.

"thanks mister sim" you tell him, trying to play off whatever the fuck just happened to you.

after eating, you both continued building the cute lego set together with riki bothering you guys the whole time.

"awh you two look like a couple"

"are you sure you guys aren't dating?"

"couple goals"

"you guys win couple of the year"

"oh my god riki can you shut the fuck up" jake finally snaps. he might sound disapproving, but he wishes that riki's words were true.

"damn, my bad bro" riki says while playfully putting his arms up, and you giggle. you had no clue they knew each other, but you don't mind it.

once you guys finished the lego, you took a picture of it and placed it on your coffee table. the lego set was two reindeers in a winter wonderland, and for some reason— it reminded you of you and jake.

now, you're both sat on the couch with a blanket over both of you. yeah you were sharing a blanket, but it wasn't weird for friends...right?

"cute" jake accidentally blurts out.

you assume that he's talking about the lego and you nod your head in agreement. however, you don't notice that he's literally staring at you.

"i'm gonna go now" riki says, getting up from the couch. finally, you were waiting for him to get his ass out of here.

"bye" you and jake say in unison.

"bye lovebirds" riki says playfully as he exits, and now there's silence. not as comfortable as earlier, either.

you're fidgeting with your nails, why was the silence so loud. you glance over at jake, and you're taken aback at how he's already looking at you.

this was his chance. he had to do it now.

"y/n" he says gently.

"mhm?" you hum, staring down at your hands.

"i like you" he tells you.

your brain shuts off, oh my fucking god. jake did feel the same way.

you slowly look up and you're met with jake's pretty brown eyes staring right into yours. he has the sweetest smile on his face, you almost started tearing up.

"jae"

his heart melts at the nickname.

"i like you, too."

oh my god, he could scream.

"really?" he asks softly while brushing your hair behind your ear.

"yeah" you respond in almost a mumble, you know your cheeks are red as fuck right now. your ears, too.

instantly, jake gently pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you. you smell so good, just like vanilla. he slowly brushes your hair with his fingers, head resting on your shoulder.

"this okay, pretty girl?"

you smile at the petname and how adorably soft his voice sounds.

"more than okay, jae"

you were both unexplainably happy right now, and stuck in unbelief. you had found your perfect match, your person.

you finally found the person that you'd be able to spend your christmases with. he was all you wanted and needed for christmas.

jake sim was the best present you could've ever wished for.

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Oh, Mr.Golbach

Pairing: Sam Golbach x Fem!Reader Warning: Fluff Summary: You met Sam at the mall, and it was heavenly. Word Count: 1,596

Your best friend decided to drag you out of the house to go to the mall, you weren't antisocial just didn't like people that much. "Why the mall? There's so many annoying people there." You groaned as the two of you walked into the building, she smiled over at you

"Because I need new shoes, and you need to get out the house." You rolled your eyes and followed her into the shoe store.

The two of you looked around for a bit, she found the shoes she wanted, and you picked up a pair that you liked, when you turned to go check out you bumped into a very adorable boy— well man. He gripped your hips to keep you from falling

“Are you okay?” You finally looked up and were met with the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

You stared for a bit not wanting to look away, that was until you saw the confused look on his face

"Oh, yeah sorry I didn’t see you” You stood up straight and his hands finally left your hips, you already missed his touch. He flashed you a smile and bent down to pick up your shoes

“It’s all good, I hope you have a good day.” And just like that he was gone.

You stared at the door of the store where he walked out, you didn’t even realize your friend came up

“Who was that?” You shrugged your shoulders and looked over at her

“I have no clue, but he was really cute.” She smirked and elbowed you

“Aren’t you glad you came out with me?” You rolled your eyes and went to pay for your shoes

The two of you walked around for a bit, talking about random things that happened while you two were apart then all of a sudden you ran into someone, the familiar feeling of hands on your hips was there once again, you looked up and saw him he smiled wide down at you.

It felt like you couldn’t breathe “We gotta stop meeting like this.” He helped you stand up and held his hand out

“My name is, Sam.” You smiled and shook his hand

“I’m Y/N” He nodded and held your hand longer than he should’ve

“That’s pretty.” You felt your cheeks heat up and let go of his hand

“Thank you, I’m sorry for running into you, I should really pay attention to where I’m going.” He chuckled and shook his head

“It’s okay, I’m glad you ran into me”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at you through his eyelashes "So... People normally say third times a charm, but I really don't want to walk away without getting your number." You smiled and handed Sam your phone, and he handed you his.

You both put your numbers in each other's phones, handing them back to each other, and you both parted ways, waving goodbye to each other.

***

You and Sam have been texting nonstop since the day you met, cute photos exchanged, funny gifs and videos, many nights the two of you fall asleep on the phone, you haven't really hung out since that day at the mall, you've made every excuse in the book not to, he made you nervous, but you knew sooner or later you would have to hang out.

Sam was a sweet guy, but you knew he wasn't going to keep chasing you or wait around for you to pull your head out of your ass. Suddenly your phone rings, it's Sam, you smile wide and answer

"Oh, Mr. Golbach, to what do I owe the pleasure." You heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone

"I was wondering if you would like to hang out today, grab some food, and maybe watch a movie?" You thought for a second, you really wanted to come up with something, but your mind had a different idea.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were asking me out on a date."

Silence.

Oh no, did you say something that wasn't true? "If you're up for it, I'd love to take you on a date." You smiled and nodded as if he could see you "Y/N?" You blinked and shook your head

"Yeah, sorry I would love to go on a date, when?" There was a pause, he was trying to figure out a good time to take you out.

"How about in 45 minutes?" You looked at the time, then back at yourself

"Sounds good, I'll text you my address unless you want to meet up somewhere"

Sam chuckled "I will be the perfect gentleman and pick you up." The two of you said your goodbyes and you went to get ready.

You put on a pair of ripped jeans and a light blue sweater. You straightened out your outfit and looked at the time, you had enough time to actually do your hair, but honestly, you just threw it in a messy bun and waited for Sam to show up.

You thought he would text you when he was outside, but instead, he knocked on your door, you furrowed your brow, looked through the peephole, and smiled once you saw it was Sam. You opened the door, to see Sam smiling back at you

"Hey, pretty girl, you ready?" You nodded and closed and locked the door behind you.

"I thought you would've texted me to let me know you were outside."

Sam scoffed and took your hand, leading you to his car. "I told you I was going to be a gentleman. A gentleman doesn't text; he comes to the front door and also…" He leaned down and opened the door for you. "They also open doors for their dates." You smiled and climbed into his passenger seat.

He shut the door once you were settled and jogged around to his side, climbing in. The two of you drove to In-n-out, you were so happy that he didn't take you to a fancy restaurant, you weren't dressed for that, and it also wasn't your style, you smiled wide and watched him lean over ordering your food, he didn't even ask what you wanted he just got you what he got.

He apologized for just ordering for you, but you weren't mad about it at all, it was sweet. You felt like a princess, Sam was perfect he did everything correctly, he was funny, attentive, and oh-so adorable. You didn't realize you were staring until Sam cleared his throat trying to hand you the food, you take the food from his hands holding it in your lap

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Sam smirked and shot you a wink, Sam took your drinks from the worker and began driving again. You assumed you'd be going back to Sam's house and in a way, you really didn't want that, but you weren't opposed to it. The only thing is, you weren't going back to his house, the two of you went to a drive-in movie theater. He backed into the spot and smiled at you

"Shouldn't we be the other way?" Sam chuckled and got out of the car.

You were confused for a second, but he soon opened the trunk door and set up the blankets and pillows. Just as you were about to get out and join him, he came up and opened the door for you, bowing slightly, holding his hand out for you.

"M'lady." You giggled and held his hand while you got out.

He guided you to the back of the car, helping you get in and situated. Sam jogged back to the front to grab the food; he climbed in the trunk with you handing you, your food.

"Sam this is amazing, you're amazing." He smiled and returned the compliment.

Soon the movie started, and you tried to keep your attention on the movie, but Sam was super close, and his cologne was intoxicating Sam looked over at you, admiring the details of your face, he smiled and moved a bit closer to you.

"Can I put my arm around you?" You looked over at him and nodded.

Sam put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. You laid your head on his chest, draped your arm over his waist, and watched the movie, Sam lazily rubbed your arm, asking if you were comfortable and making sure you weren't weirded out by being so close. You told him you were great and would rather be here than anywhere else.

Sam drove you home at the end of the movie, he walked you to your door, and the two of you exchanged goodbyes, but no one moved, you stood there holding Sam's hand not wanting to let go, Sam took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes, he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, you were taken aback, but not for the reason he thought it was.

His eyes widened and let go of your hands "I am so sorry; did I just mess this up?" You giggled and shook your head

"No, I thought you were gonna kiss my lips, but I'm glad it was my cheek" Sam smiled and let out a breath

"I told you, gentleman." You nodded and kissed him on his cheek

"Until next time, Sam." You walked into your house and leaned against the door smiling wide, your hand on your chest.

"Oh, Mr.Golbach, you are going to be the death of me."

A/N: This is my first Sam Golbach fic, I hope you enjoy it. if you want to be a part of the taglist comment here.

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[danni-gurrl]

Dress Shop Heist

“I swear it’s true. The girls from the dress store were at the coffee shop. Saying things they should have kept private, like the back door code and the combination to the safe. One of them said the safe is FULL! Full of what? Money, of course! They said it’s prom season, then summer weddings. There’s got to be a fortune in there. Meet me here tomorrow night, we’ll all have enough cash for new gaming consoles! Okay, later.”

(Maybe I should take a look tonight while I’m here. Take a little extra for myself. The guys won’t even notice, hehe)

(What the heck?! There’s no cash here. Just these bottles. What is it? Some kind of champagne? Well, I don’t think they’ll miss a bottle, or two)

(This stuff is pretty tasty. Strawberry? So good. I’m feeling a little funny though. My skin is, like tingling. Still wish there was money in a that stupid safe. Hey, I bet these dresses are pretty expensive. Maybe I should grab a couple and sell them. Maybe take this sparkly red one)

“Aaahhh! What the!! My clothes are changing! What’s happening? My hair! It’s growing!”

“My body’s changing too!! My voice! It’s a woman’s voice! I have to get out of here!”

“Oh no, my legs. I can’t move them. I can’t move my arms. I’m stuck like this”

(I can’t move at all. I can’t even talk anymore. I’m just stuck here. Wait. Someone’s coming. They’ll help me, I hope)

“I know you can’t talk or move, but you CAN hear me can’t you? See, we knew you were listening to us yesterday. Letting the codes slip was all part of the plan. You have any idea how expensive a good mannequin is? I figured it was cheaper and easier to just whip up a little magic transformation potion. Just a little sip and you become, well, you know. But you didn’t have just a sip did you? No you drank quite a lot. Looks like you’re going to be here for a a while.

(Oh no)

Don’t worry. We’ll have lots of fun. You’ll get to wear all kinds of pretty things. And I have the perfect spot for you.”

“So where is he? This is the place. He said he’d be here by now.”

“I don’t know. We’ve waited long enough. I say we go in and check it out. Maybe take a little extra for ourselves.”

“Good idea. Besides, this mannequin is kinda freaking me out. It’s like she’s watching me.”

“Watching you? Riiiiight. Okay weirdo, let’s go in”

One month later…

Thank you to @anderii and @sarahwellshunter for agreeing to be a part of this

[depressopax]

Hi!!! if it's okay (and if your request is still open) I was wondering if I could request a fluff scenario for Jimmy McGill? :D where he gets all soft and loving sjdjdj can be both sfw and nsfw ... thank you !! ♡

Thank you for the request!!! <3 Been meaning to write about Jimmy for quite a while, so this was the perfect sign to do it lmaooo I was gonna do a NSFW too but realized that the SFW version was at 1K word already 💀 Will do a part 2 tho!  Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons 🥹🫶

Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): None that I can think off?? Cuss words maybe, slightly angsty Jimmy lol. Reader is gender-neutral and referred to as "partner" and gn!pet-names. Words: 1.1K Summary: Being in a relationship with Jimmy McGill would include... English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || NSFW version ||

Jimmy is not good at figuring out his feelings.

That’s why it took him a while to realize he’d fallen in love with you. 

It’d take some time for him to accept what he’s feeling though.

Homeboy would be in denial at first. He’s scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etc…

But he’d show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.

We’re talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and that’s not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS 👀) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when you’re around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasing 

Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. “...Do you like me, Jimmy?” “What?? I-” … “Yes. I do.”

Once it’s said and done, he eventually asks you out on a date.

Listen… Jimmy may be overconfident, especially when it comes to his seduction skills

However, there’s something about you that makes him nervous.

What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.

That’s why he plans a date weeks ahead, trying to make everything perfect

He tries figuring out what you like and dislike so he can use that to make a good impression. 

He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmy’s wallet 😭)

The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.

After a few dates, Jimmy realizes he’s fallen for you.

At first he tries to hide it. He doesn’t want to come across as “desperate” or “needy”. 

But then again… He’s not good at hiding his true feelings.

Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real. 

He was the first one to say “I love you”, and did so without realizing it.

You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: “Bye, love ya!” Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.

When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief. 

After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.

He won’t shut up about you. Like ever. 

“So then my partner said…” “My partner brought me this shirt!” “I’m taking my babe out on a date tonight” And everyone else will eventually be like: 😐”Shut up”😐

He’ll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused “You’re married?” “I will be soon” 🤭

Jimmy’s a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably “cringe” but that won’t stop him 

Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (😭)

He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.

Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable. 

Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match. 

He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc… He’s one of those guys 😭

He has a picture of you standing on the desk in his office, as a way to carry the sweetheart with him all the time. 

…And also to brag about you to anyone that enters his office (but he puts the picture away when dealing with some of his unpredictable clients, homeboy is overprotective)

Speaking of being overprotective: He deals with a lot of shady people, so he’s very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.

He prioritizes your safety over anything else. 

Ofc he’s scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure you’re safe first off. 

If danger comes up, he’d make sure to find somewhere safe for you to stay whilst he deals with it.

He would go so far as hiring a bodyguard for you tbh.

Being with him might be a struggle too

Homeboy is a bit unpredictable and impulsive

Doing stupid things is his speciality- 😭

No but literally, you’ll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.

“I was just gonna-” “No.” “But…” “Jimmy, no.” 

Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. But you love him either ways. <3

He also likes talking shit about people with you *cough* probably Howard *cough* - sure, a bit rude - but he finds it hilarious lol 

Lot of in-jokes between you and him

Jimmy is a daydreamer and is easily distracted

Especially by you.

He sometimes gets stuck thinking about you when doing boring work.

Until Francesca tells him to pull himself together lmao

Jimmy spends all possible time together with you. 

He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed. 

He finds time to spend with you. Last thing he wants is for you to feel like he cares more about work than he does for you.

If you’re adventurous and like being outdoors, he does too.

But honestly? He prefers cuddling at home and watching movies with you.

He is not a good chef, so he buys a lot of food from restaurants and brings it home if you’ve had a long day at work.

He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too. 

Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics… You name it. He loves spoiling you. 

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but hear me out… Home-spa dates 👀

He did use to have his office at a nail salon, so he knows his way around those things

If you allow him to, he likes painting your nails - with him choosing the color

Like I said, Jimmy enjoys cuddling you.

He has a lot of feelings, traumas etc pent up, which he dares to let out around you.

He has learnt that he can be vulnerable with you and not get judged, which he appreciates.

That’s why he loves coming home to you after a long day and simply resting in your arms.

He prefers being the little spoon - to feel protected and loved by you. <3

To summarize: It might take him a while to put the pieces together and actually confess his feelings for you - but once he does he spends every day letting you know how much you mean to him.

I just remembered why I love Jimmy sm AHHH he deserves love and happiness <3<3 Part 2 soon!

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

All Hermits in Hero Forge!

Season 10 is coming! And I've finished modeling every Hermit (Thus far) in their TCG-cards poses!

Special thanks to Hoffen for their original minecraft models...

You've already saw these eight models in my Life-series minis showcase, slight tweaks and costume changes... I really need to buy Hero Forge subscription, so i can manipulate fingers individually... Now, for the new guys... Guess what?! I've figured out how to make links! Now you can see my references directly! Technology!

Ren got his cool casual look...

Docm77 inspired primarily by Belmarzi's design, such as this... It was very funny to suddenly stop in the middle of this project to model him hugging Snoop Dogg...

JoeHills, unsurprisingly, based on real-life Joe Hills... But I did have this comic by my side while modeling him, for moral support, because modeling someone's likeness is always stressful...

Cleo's pose pose a challenge, It uses a transparent one-legged skeleton inside the main body... Like a real armour-stand magic! I like how it turned out...

I've started watching Zedaph very recently, so both Noxolotl's and Applestruda's portrayals of him were very helpful in forming mine...

Blaise's Hermit line up was used for Cub and Hypno, which you will see down the line... Bee's art was helpful, once again, and these Cub-arts by Sylvan...

My main goal with Jevin was to somehow convincingly make a slime look slimy... I was so ready to make him as rotund as this art, but alas, program restrictions...

This art was used for False at the very beginning, but it drifted so much with the addition of cheekbones, that it doesn't look like it at all anymore...

Hypno had a surprise for me, because before making this model, I've never saw this brown line on his chest as a boob-window... But now, I am convinced... This is the art, that guided me to that conclusion... Ghostea's and Locus's portraits were useful for figuring out his face...

Iskall lifted from this art... Hero Forge doesn't have any cool one-eyed visors, so I've settled on monocle for him and Doc...

Hero Forge also for some reason doesn't have a hand-held flower, so pretend, that Stress doesn't hold a pen, okay? And has a cardigan... Based mainly on this and this art, which was also used for XB...

My best guess with Keralis was that he is doing Edvard Munch's "The Scream" ommage... Thanks to Myra and Cole , without them, Keralis would've looked more like a bug with them big ol' eyes...

Oh, boy, XB... A true enigma for me... Pictured here, lightly jogging... Only you could tell me, if I did a good job with him, I sincerely have no idea... Since this is in part a TCG-inspired project, it would've been wise to use references from the actual TCG-cards... To bad, I've came up with this idea near the end of a project...

I have made so many Xisuma-costumes, and only now I am showing you the main friendly-neighbourhood DoomGuy cosplayer himself... Do I need to credit id Software for this?

WelsKnight is my champion in regards to how many references I needed for him... 1 2 3 4 5 6 7! Despite how many armour options Hero Forge has, making something coherent out of them was difficult... Especially, keeping in mind, that one day I'm going to model HelsKnight as well...

And finally, TinFoilChef, based heavily on this stunning artwork... And somewhat on this skin by Ink-Ghoul... It all comes around...

And the Creator Himself! Beef! And his wonderful portraits: 1 2 3 4...

I actually going to use him as an example, to address something...

Here is how my screen looks, then I am working on a model... My method of creation is derivative by nature, it requires the art and creativity of other people... And I have SO MUCH anxiety about this... Not being an artist, but still trying to make something with my limited capabilities... And post it on the internet, oh horror...

With recent talks about plagiarism and AI-art, it has come to my attention, that I myself not so different from AI, just not so efficient... So, this is why I so obsessively document my influences, it is the least I can do... Credit the artists, that I stole from... Please, check out everyone mentioned, subscribe to them, commission new pieces of art...

And if you've liked my dorky "minecraft youtubers made in DND character creator" models... Thank you...

Sometime later there will be a google doc on my blog with links to every model I've ever made, go nuts with them... Try Hero Forge for yourself, it's fun...

[morganski-19]

The One with Sleeping

Steve wakes up with someone’s arm wrapped around his stomach. Which is odd considering he didn’t have anyone over last night. And he’s on his couch with beer bottles on the coffee table and what looks like two crushed ends of a joint in the ash tray.

But he’s too groggy to figure it all out, and it’s probably just Robin anyway, so he leans his head back down and starts to fall back asleep. Until the other person stirs and sits up rapidly, causing him to fall off of his couch.

“What the fuck,” he grunts, slowly getting up from the ground. At least he’s awake now. “Why did you throw me off the couch Rob-.” Steve stops as he sees who’s on the couch. “You’re not Robin.”

Jonathan stares at Steve with a mix of concern and fear. “No, I’m not.”

“Why were you sleeping on my couch?”

“Why were we cuddling?” Jonathan asks, acting as if it was the more pressing question of the two.

Steve collects himself off the ground. “I don’t know. I tend to sleep cuddle people.”

“You sleep cuddle people. That’s a thing?” Jonathan sits up, running a hand through his tangled hair.

“Yeah. Ask Robin, she has a lot of stories about it.” Steve fixes his shirt, it having twisted weird when he fell off the couch. “Thanks for throwing me off the couch by the way.”

Jonathan makes a sheepish face. “Sorry. You scared me when I woke up.”

Steve sits down next to him. “It’s fine. So, why were you sleeping on my couch.”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan scratches at his chin. “I remember coming over last night for some drinks, and then we got high. We must have just dozed off.”

“Together, on the couch,” Steve reasons.

“You don’t think we, you know. Did anything, right?” Jonathan asks cautiously.

Steve laughs. “No, no we’re good. Even cross faded me knows not to flirt with my friends.”

“Does sober you know not to do that?” Jonathan deadpans. Having witnessed Steve play flirt with Eddie multiple times.

Steve clears his throat, avoiding answering that. “The point is, I wouldn’t have tried anything. Not with you, so we probably just fell asleep and somehow ended up in this position.”

“What do you mean not with me?”

“Oh my god,” Steve rolls his eyes. “Now you’re offended? You don’t even like me like that.”

Jonathan scoffs. “And neither do you.”

“Exactly, which is why I wouldn’t have tried anything.”

“But if it was Eddie, would you have tried something.”

“I’m not answering that.” Steve gets up to clear away the old bottles, carrying them over to the recycling can. “If it was Argyle, would you have?” he finally counters.

Jonathan’s face breaks out in a flush that he tries to hide with a cough. “Can we agree not to mention this is anyone?” he changes the subject. “Say I just stayed over and slept on your couch, alone.”

Steve shrugs. “I guess. What, you ashamed that we cuddled on my couch or something?” Jonathan looks away. “Oh my god, you are. How fucking dare you?”

“What do you mean? This isn’t exactly normal for the two of us.” Jonathan stands.

“Sure. But you wanting to hide it means you’re ashamed. Are you ashamed that you slept with me.”

Jonathan gives him a blank expression. “Please don’t call it that.”

“I am calling it that, because it was true. The two of us, slept on the same couch, together, also while cuddling a little bit. It happens, it was an accident. We use it as a funny story and move on.”

“Or we don’t mention it at all.”

Steve crosses his arms. “Alright, under one condition. You admit that was the best sleep you’ve gotten in a while.”

Jonathan huffs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Chronic insomniac Jonathan, falling asleep for what looks to be about, oh I don’t know,” Steve looks at the clock on the oven. “Six or so hours, undisturbed. That had to have been a good night’s sleep.”

Jonathan scrunches up his face before giving in. “Fine, ok.”

Steve laughs in victory.

“It was the best night I’ve gotten in a while, you’re right.”

“For me too, actually.”

“Wait. Wasn’t Robin here last night?” Jonathan remembers.

Steve’s eyes widen. “Yeah, she was. Where is she?” He lightly taps on her door before opening it, finding an empty, unmade bed. “Shit, she’s gone.”

“So, she saw us,” Jonathan accepts defeat. “Great. Where do we think she is?”

There is suddenly a loud burst of laughter from across the hall. “Oh no,” Steve groans.

“We’re never going to live this down, are we?” Jonathan asks with a wince.

“Nope,” Steve says defeated. “We go in together?” He turns to Jonathan.

Jonathan nods. “Only way to do it at this point.”

Steve heads across the hall to Nancy and Eddie’s apartment. He nods at Jonathan before opening the door to ruckus laughter.

“There are the sleepy heads,” Robin teases on the couch. Waving her phone in the air. “Hope we didn’t wake you up,” she fake pouts.

Eddie comes out of his room with a picture in his hand, holding it close to his chest when he realized Steve and Jonathan are there. “Oh, hey guys,” he says with a knowing smile.

Nancy starts laughing. “How’d you guys sleep?” she asks innocently.

Argyle sits on the armchair with crossed arms. “Terribly, I hope.”

“I thought this would happen,” Jonathan whispers while pinching the bridge of his nose. “We slept as good as two people sharing a couch do.”

“You admitted it so fast,” Robin barks. Cackling.

“You all already know,” Steve defends. “Also, what the hell is in your hands?”

Eddie tries to cover the picture with his hands. “Nothing.”

Steve walks toward Eddie. “So, I can see it then?”

Eddie runs to the other side of the room, Steve chasing after him. They do a whole back and forth at the kitchen table, Eddie almost running into the counter when he gets away. Steve fails to catch up with him as Eddie does another lap.

Jonathan moves out of the way before he gets run into, walking over to a still upset Argyle. “It really wasn’t that great,” he lies.

“Don’t lie to me,” Argyle says, avoiding Jonathan’s gaze.

Eddie runs into his bedroom, unable to lock the door before Steve gets it open, following him in. There’s a crash, causing Nancy to perk up with concern. But when yelling and sounds of wrestling continue, she sits back on the couch, sipping her coffee.

“Fine, it was the best sleep I’ve had for a few weeks. But it doesn’t mean anything, it was an accident I promise.”

“Are you weirded out by this,” Robin whispers to Nancy.

She just shrugs. “Not really.”

“It was really an accident?” Argyle asks.

“Yes, I really didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

Argyle finally looks at him, his face softening. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“No,” Eddie yells from the bedroom. “Don’t rip it.” Followed by a “Ha, got it,” from Steve. He walks out victoriously with the picture.

“Neither of you are bleeding, right?” Nancy confirms, not really caring anymore. Steve shakes his head.

Eddie comes out of the room, leaning on his doorway, panting. “Please don’t tear it up. It was my last piece of picture paper.”

“Out of all of us, why is it you that has a printer?” Robin asks. Eddie just shrugs.

“What is it?” Jonathan asks, wincing.

Steve walks over to show him. “What you think. Why did you print it out anyway?”

“To put on the wall of many shames,” Eddie says, pointing to the wall covered in pictures of the group scattered along the back wall. Some with pictures drawn on their faces and other various situations they’ve gotten themselves into.

Steve looks at Jonathan, who just shrugs. With a roll of his eyes, Steve walks over and tapes it to the wall.

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[velvetvexations]

This is a protective ask. It encourages you to check whether you really want to answer the asks beneath yet. Be good to yourself, you do good work for all of us <3

Thank you, anon. <3

sick of feeling like queer spaces seem to expect masculine people to be protectors and supporters without ever expecting to have to give us protection and support too. it's always how trans mascs can be allies to trans femmes and never the other way around. it's what about the scary trans man in the women's bathroom and little discussion of the threat we are under in these scenarios. it's always use your masculinity to protect me, but nobody can give without receiving. support and protection are features of community and community needs to be at least somewhat mutual. I refuse to constantly put myself in danger to protect someone who sees my suffering simply as an inherent duty of my presentation. let me be butch and slow and gentle for a change. let me be scared and held please.

I'll hold you. It's okay. You don't have to put yourself in danger to be a man, I promise.

people love love love to be blatantly misogynistic towards trans men/mascs and be like "well actually its subversive because he's a man! teehee!" was it subversive when i got told to shut up because i was the only women present (post coming-out) was it subversive when i got told i had to wear a dress to show off my feminine figure (post coming-out) was it subversive when i got called shrill mid-argument (post-coming out) was it subversive when nobody except me would clean the communal areas in the flat because i "did it so well" (post coming-out) was it subversive when i had my music taste made fun of when i was a 13 year old girl? is it subversive now that im a 20 year old trans guy? am i not the same person? is it subversive when people talk about trans men the same way people talk about teenage girls. is talking about teenage girls like that subversive if they come out as trans men later. or is it maybe a little different?

I'm sorry anon, you deserve so much better.

This discourse is always so fucking bizarre because IRL I'll be hanging out with trans women, getting fun updates from my friend on how her E dosage is going and her first foray into wired bras, spending time with the only other transmasc I know IRL at a 'women + nonbinary people' event because that's literally the only queer space near us intended for transmascs, and it's just incredibly obvious people perpetuating this discourse don't go outside

touching grass is vital

The shortest line joke reminds me of the fact that when I was more femme presenting & the women's toilets were blocked off, I went into the men's bathroom and a man went 'Ah! You scared me' and I was like at last, I am the threat <3 I haven't tested to see what will happen if I go to the men's bathroom now that I've started getting weird looks from women from being in theirs. Probably more of the same. It's hard out here being a bathroom liberation free the nipple communist

so true

i spent an hour arguing with a TRF and i'm exhausted. there's a reason i have a boundary with myself about getting into discourse. i don't know how you do it, but thank you for doing it from those that can't <3

I do what I must because I can <3

oh and then the same person said she think its funny to call trans men ‘birthday boys’… i neeeeed to mock and infantilise all trans men because a couple of them disagreed with me!

context

if someone treats you that way call them a slur back until they stop

(do not do that)

Yo it hit me over the head just now- i think there's a large portion of transfems who never did any gender work beyond their own. Like the running joke of 'of course every guy secretly wants to be a girl'; I'm not sure they can conceptualize us wanting to be masculine for any reason so there has to be some sort of 'ulterior motive'

Correct, though stupid selfish assholes with the same lack of comprehension or desire to comprehend the experiences of others come in all kinds.

[weepingpatroldragon]

Spoilers 3.2 please don't read if you don't want to be spoiled thank you.

:)

It's so fucking funny to me that I was laughing at Anaxa's execution while other people were genuinely concerned

Other people: he's your favourite why are you laughing? Are you ok?

Me:

But can you blame me because oh my god Anaxa's performance was amazing

First and foremost him standing and not getting even a little pressured by the crowd is so cool and so him to be honest as it showcases his biggest strength yet also his biggest flaw stubborness

Then Cerces coming in and asking if he uses every hardship to his advantage and him responded honestly even when his methods are cruel he is still honest

This scene this fucking scene it's was so good but most importantly it showed a very interesting aspect of Anaxa's character that being that while Anaxa is prideful he will not do anything until his theory is tested he won't make a decision until he himself believes in it

Which is why we then get a scene of Anaxa questioning others if they believe in the Flame Chase

Also on one hand this scene makes Anaxa look cocky as hell it's pretty much going "unlike you fools i have proof to my claim so you're all idiots" kinda of scene but on the other hand this is the most Dr Ratio thing I have ever seen

A teacher who knows the answer yet still wants his student to figure it out on his own Dr Ratio is that you

But seriously despite his pride he is still trying to ignite curiosity among people perhaps he really does want to make sure he is making the right choice or perhaps he simply likes getting challenged hard to tell honestly

Also this scene is so funny

You have twelve reasons to be scared of Anaxa and Anaxa happily gives you the thirteen reason to be scared of him

But this scene is interesting because it does show that Anaxa while not lying does try to conceal the truth in other ways like just simply not telling someone

Overall his whole performance is similarly structured to Aventurine's final show in 2.1 while it doesn't have the same impact as Aventurine's final fight like Aventurine's final performance it highlighted every aspect of Anaxa from a performer to genius to a professor everything is highlighted here perfectly he is speaking in ways that defines his character and his actions only make you realise who he is at his core

As for one of the reasons as to why this performance doesn't hold as much impact as the Aventurine's performance is that unlike Aventurine

Anaxa never changed

And that's because Anaxa is a character who believes in truth he has, is and always will be true to himself in fact his death only reinforces that idea as even in death he is still himself

Now there is definitely a deeper discussion about truth and how Ratio uses truth vs how Anaxa uses truth but I will say this for now

Ratio wields truth like a chalk where you can pretty much bet that whatever truth he is telling you is for your own good even if you don't fully understand it at the moment after all lessons are not learnt in one go but rather through using your own brain

Anaxa wields truth like a gun where whatever he is telling you is more beneficial for him than you however that doesn't mean you won't learn anything as truth will always be important in some way, shape or form as bullet made of truth will always break the walls made of lies and from there you can utilise that information for your own gain as well

So yeah I am pretty ok with him dying and all that because it was the death I wanted for him because I love him so much also we are probably not done with him

Like come on this is Anaxagoras we are talking about even if he's dead doesn't mean his bullets wouldn't leave cracks for others to use

Bro will be scheming even if he is stuck in afterlife my man doesn't know peace he won't come back but he will leave an impact

And if he doesn't well I am happy with what I got

[ghostgirl-22]

Congratulations Dani!!!

I remember looking for Challenger fics after watching the film last year because i struggle at writing smut. When i found your blog, I devoured any and all morsels you graciously would post. You write the best ATP adaptations (IMHO), whether it's Artrick,Patashi, or Artashi. i thoroughly enjoy how you have them interact with each other. You do make 3 the magic number . It's not lipservice it's genuine admiration for your passion for Tashi, Patrick, and Art Donaldson. And i hope you remember that when someone is being a c#*t. Love you!

I have 2 questions if you don't mind:

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

20) What is your favorite thing about writing fanfic? What about writing in general?

Take it ease, you are the best💕

I appreciate this so much anon thanks for sharing this with me you made my day 💙💙💙

I love the characters and their relationships. I love exploring from different angles and the same angles if we’re being honest.

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on?

I was asked this already so ill link here in case you’re interested in what i said then. And ill try to add something different here. I like when people are reminded of a piece of media that i also enjoy when they read my versions of the characters. Or if they tell me “this random link/gif” reminds me of how you’d write them and either send me the links or asks or comments letting me know. It makes me so happy as a fan. Like even though i may not have purposefully set out to write that in there… i’m happy and proud to have made someone think of those things.

20) What is your favorite thing about writing fanfic? What about writing in general?

Haha idk. It’s kinda hard to say. Writing fanfic is fun. Making up a situation and filling in the blanks. For challengers specifically because it spans a long period of time its fun to think about the time period. Are they young and carefree/careless or older and rediscovering themselves? I love trying to develop a dynamic for the scene and creating version of the characters that seems “true” to the situation. Will i make them shy or loud or earnest or playful or manipulative or awkward or clueless or funny or bitter. All of that is fun. And for a few longer works im planning im enjoying the world building and/or the story telling aspect. But those are hard to share because its a lot of words most people will ignore or spend about 10 minutes with it and forget lol. As soon as its out of my hands and it flops its me just trying to figure out what i did wrong and why very few people resonated with it. And then going on to the next thing like how do i do better. The sharing part sucks cause then you realize oh wow none of that was as good as i imagined. and of course no one is rude enough to tell me why it sucks so im just in the dark lol (i promise im truly open to constructive feedback. i wont be offended unless you’re just mean 💔 feel free to hop in my inbox or dms).

Tl;dr: writing fanfic itself… i love character planning and developing situations. Sharing said fanfic… absolute worst part of writing fanfic lol.

For writing in general i love all of it. I love deconstructing a story. Researching a time period. Researching a location. Imagining a scene and making the characters move through it. I love character driven storytelling. I love getting feedback, going through edits and revisions. Making it better. All of it. Best thing.

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 20: Time to play… And talk (Games & Cookies)

*Video game sounds*… “Oh man, this can't be true, why can't I do the jump like you?”/ “I told you I'm better. Besides, you press the wrong combination every time you try…"/ ‘Then tell me how to do it properly, otherwise I'll be stuck here forever’. Arlo's visitor had finally arrived and they could get on with what they were going to do. An unwavering fight for the next level.

“I'm not crazy and telling you my best tricks. It's actually really simple, I'm sure you'll figure it out on your own"/ ‘Yeah, great, and when?’/ ‘Just pay attention to your posture and the right moment’/ ‘haa, man, you're really killing me!’/ ”hihihi, oh nonsense. Here comes another one of those spots, try it”. Arlo had truly found a good playmate and was still annoyed that she was challenging him like this.

Arlo is actually a pretty good gamer and knows how to use the controller. But controlling the PC via keyboard is much easier for him and he struggled with executing the commands. But then… “YES, shit, yes, finally!!!”/ “hahaha, I told you you could do it, congratulations!”.

Now that the desired success had been achieved, he quickly saved the game and put his controller aside. “Don't you want to play any more?"/ ”I need a break now. Man, you really put everyone in your pocket"/ ‘hnhn, I'll take that as a compliment’/ ‘that's it indirectly,’ he said, looking at her briefly out of the corner of his eye with a smile.

Katharina felt flattered and also a little vindicated. She was already pretty practiced when it came to video games. “Actually, you should already have calluses on your fingers, as good as you play,” he joked. Then she looked at her own hands and had to grin a little. “But I don't have any, look…”. She held out one of her hands to him. He was surprised and a little hesitant. But then he felt her soft skin and slender fingers….

The feeling of her warm skin on his was something completely new for Arlo, so he stared down at her hand for almost a minute. “Uh, Arlo?"/ ‘Uh, sorry, yeah’. He quickly let go of her hand. “Um, you said last night that you had other plans for today. Why did that change?”.

“Yes… I actually had…"/ ‘but?’. Arlo waited patiently for an answer. “well… It just went badly. I wanted to ask Dan yesterday if he wanted to do something with me. But when I came into the music room… He was standing there with Sasha and… They were kissing."/ ‘Oh, um, I think something's been going on with them for a while…’/ ”Great, I didn't know that, I felt so stupid”

“hey, don't get angry, okay? Not because of him,” he said to her in a gentle voice. “Hmm, you're right. It's still… Kind of frustrating. Sometimes I feel like the time around me is running much faster than my own life. Everyone is so happy and on cloud nine"/ ”well, not everyone, hn. Mh, do you fancy something sweet, I've got cookies”.

Arlo went to his backpack, picked up the packet of cookies and took one out for her. “Thanks, that's sweet of you. Hey, it's really light”. A little amused by the weight of the cookie, she tossed it lightly upwards. Arlo had to smile a little at this, but he was glad that her bad mood had quickly vanished. “Light and tasty, try it.”

After she had eaten the cookie, he laughed with amusement. “What's wrong?"/ ‘You've still got a crumb on your mouth,’ he says with a grin. “Oh, that's embarrassing, haha"/ ‘Nonsense, you should see me after dinner sometimes’/ ‘Let me guess, pasta and tomato sauce is the worst’/ ‘Exactly’. They both had to laugh a lot.

“It's much nicer when you laugh instead of getting angry about something or someone.”. She smiled sheepishly. “I'd also much rather laugh than chase after some guy"/ ”Good. I found a funny mini-game. If you fancy… Shall we try it out?"/ ‘mhm, I'd love to.’.

Later. By now it was just after 5 pm. The time in the wellness center passed almost too quickly for Judy. She would have liked to enjoy all the treatments at once. After her first yoga session, she went to the sauna with her husband. Until all her muscles were relaxed. At the end, she really wanted her massage.

“I hope everything has been to your satisfaction so far, my darling."/ ”I really needed this. It was a good idea to come here. However… I guess I'll have to talk to the manager here. “/ “Why?”/ “Oh, Jack…what a stupid question”

“Who came up with the idea of setting up the massage area right next to the parking lot?“/”hehe, yes, that was badly thought out. You should at least put up a privacy screen. At least try to relax a little for the last few minutes. Then we'll go home again“/”already? Oh, I actually quite like it here, hn”. Despite the parking lot thing, she would have liked to spend the whole night here.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @honeywinesims ⭐

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“Sounds like you’ve never solved a bad day with a reality TV binge watch,” Buck observes. 

“You’d be right,” Eddie chuckles. 

“Okay, you’re laughing, but the library has DVDs of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills which I will be using to recover from this extended walk.”

“That sounds mind numbing,” Eddie replies.

“Have you tried it?” Buck challenges.

“Well, no,” Eddie admits.

“Ahh, see? You gotta. There’s not a lot of bad situations watching Lisa Vanderpump scheme can’t make it better.”

“I have no idea who that is,” Eddie says. 

“Oh my god, it’s like you came out from under a rock,” Buck jests. 

“I think it was a closet,” Eddie mumbles. 

Buck chest jumps with an unexpected peel of laughter. 

“Fuck. You’re funny,” he says. 

Eddie smiles at him. It’s a different sort of smile than he’s been using thus far. And for a second, Buck forgets where they are and what they’re doing. He’s completely breathless. Which… Whoa. Is not a feeling he’s expecting? 

“Eddie,” Buck exhales. “I, uh-”

He’s cut off by a sudden rustle of movement on the other side of the freeway barrier. Before Buck can even think, Eddie raises his weapon, side steps around Buck, and fires three quick shots. 

Ears ringing, Buck looks over his shoulder to see three zombies drop like flies. 

“Whoa,” he exhales. “Uh, good reflexes, man.”

Whatever energy had been buzzing between them before has evaporated. The danger having been clearly reinstated like the sounding of an alarm. 

“Thanks,” Eddie replies. “Just good training.”

“Right,” Buck replies. 

The conversation dies down a bit between for a while after that. 

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By the time they’re walking by the Los Angeles National Cemetery, Buck’s brain is all over the place. He feels like someone is pulling his brain apart to reconstruct it or something. He’s not sure what to think. Because there was a moment there where Buck kind of wanted to kiss Eddie. And that’s not the sort of thing he usually wants. But now… Now it’s kind of all he can think about. 

Buck has never considered kissing a guy before. At least not with this level of serious intention. It’s not that he’s never, well, appreciated guys. He has. He’s not so insecure in himself that he can’t say when another guy is hot. Especially their ass. He sees a good ass, he’s gonna think about it. Gender be damned. He’s just never had a reason to think outside of girls, because he’s always been pretty content there. 

Being content doesn’t mean being limited though, right? Or is Buck just in desperate need of some physical attention? Will he go for this, only to discover he doesn’t really want it? That hardly seems fair to Eddie. But then again… How does Buck know what he wants until he tries? And right now, he really wants to try. 

With all this in mind, Buck does something potentially ill advised. Maybe a little invasive. Definitely sort of obvious. At least, he would think so. If he were Eddie.

“How did you know you’re gay?” He asks. Not long after the cemetery.

Eddie coughs. “Uh, what?” 

“Like, you said you got married? You have a kid.” 

“Yes,” Eddie says carefully. “That’s all true.”

“So obviously being with a woman wasn’t, like, terrible.” Buck assumes. “Or maybe it was?”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “No, being with Shannon wasn’t terrible.”

“So how did you figure it out?”

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“Okay,” Tommy says, passing Buck the injera. “What is it?”

“I’ve made a kind of big decision about my life,” Buck says. “One I’m pretty set on.”

For a moment, he feels like Abby. Making a unilateral decision that impacts a relationship without even consulting his partner. And maybe he is exactly like her. Maybe in doing this, he can understand her better. Because he knows he needs to do this, regardless of the romantic consequences. But at least he’s giving Tommy a proper, honest heads up. 

“A couple weeks back, we rescued this kid from a fire at a group home,” Buck says. “A little girl. Six years-old.”

“Okay?” Tommy replies, before Buck can really continue. “Evan, is this your way of telling me you have a love child out there you didn’t know about?”

Buck flinches a little. “Uh, no. No love child. But if I did, would that be a, uh, dealbreaker?”

Tommy frowns. “Well, I guess that depends on the situation.”

Buck’s stomach drops a little. This is not going well for them thus far.

“O-okay, well… Well the little girl we rescued… It turns out we’d saved her before. As a newborn,” Buck explains. “And then she was abandoned. Went into the system. Almost seven years later, she’s never had a permanent home.”

“Hmm,” Tommy says, sort of flatly. “That’s sad.”

“It-it is,” Buck agrees. “So, I got to thinking, how could I help?”

Tommy’s face hardens a little. “Evan, you know that’s not your responsibility.”

“Do I?” Buck replies. “Because, it technically isn’t anyone’s responsibility. But if no one does anything, then what future does she have?”

“I don’t really know,” Tommy says, with a little helpless shrug. His expression seems to say, what do you want me to do here? And, honestly? Show some empathy for Dove. That’s all. Buck isn’t sure why that’s hard.

“I’m going to try to adopt her,” Buck says. He just drops the news. Puts it right out there.

Tommy’s eyes bulge. “You aren’t serious?”

“I am.” Buck grits his teeth. “I’ve already moved forward with it.”

Tommy makes a frustrated noise. Buck’s jaw tightens. 

“Is this because of Christopher?” He asks. 

Buck blinks. That is not at all what he expected to come out of Tommy’s mouth.

“About Christopher?” He parrots. “Wh-why would it be about Christopher?”

Tommy sighs. “Look, I know you’ve been trying to make Eddie feel better as much as you can, but I really don’t think this is the way to do it.”

“What? I’m not adopting a kid for Eddie.” Buck protests. “I’m doing it for her. And for me!”

“Did you talk to Eddie about this before me?” Tommy asks dubiously. 

“Well, yeah. Because he’s a dad.” Buck says. “I valued his input on the matter.”

“But not mine?” Tommy asks. 

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But that certainly doesn’t mean Eddie can’t sit back quietly and collect information. Assess his playing field. Build up a long game. Right? Or is that horrible? Maybe it’s horrible.

For example, when Buck comes over that Sunday, and it’s clear something is on is mind, Eddie isn’t going to not ask to hear about it. Even when it becomes clear who it is about.

“What’s eating you?” He asks, when Buck flops down onto the couch beside him with a heavy groan. 

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Buck replies, waving a dismissive hand. “You don’t need to hear about it, man.” 

He’s been doing that lately. Ever since Christopher left. Buck won’t complain about anything in his life in front of Eddie, with the singular exception of Gerrard. A common factor in everyone’s misery. So if Buck is hesitant to tell Eddie, then it must be about something other than work. 

“Don’t do that,” Eddie says. 

“Do what?” Buck asks. 

“Treat me with kid gloves,” Eddie says. “What’s going on?”

Buck sighs. “It’s not a huge deal.”

“So what? I want to hear about it anyway.”

“It’s… Well, it’s Tommy.”

Oh? Is it now? Eddie tries to keep a neutral face.

“What about him? I thought things were going well?”

“I mean,” Buck shrugs. “They are. Mostly.”

“Mostly?” Eddie asks. 

“Mostly,” Buck nods.

“But?”

“But… Okay, when you were hanging out with him, did you ever find him a little…”

“A little what?” Eddie asks. 

“A little condescending?” Buck clarifies. 

“Oh,” Eddie says. “Not really? Why? Is he being condescending to you?”

“I mean, maybe?” Buck replies. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m misreading his tone.”

“Okay,” Eddie furrows his brows. “What’s the context?”

Buck shrugs again. “I think maybe I’m just bad with sarcasm.”

“He is kind of sarcastic,” Eddie says carefully. 

It never bugged Eddie so much. Eddie’s own sense of humor can lean towards sarcasm pretty heavily. But he can see why Buck wouldn’t like it, especially in a romantic context. Buck is so sincere in everything. Loud and passionate about what he’s feeling. Eddie can imagine enough sarcasm might almost feel like a rejection of that.