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No Context Needed. Also I'm lazy.
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two vastly different wwdits wips
#wwdits#guillermo de la cruz#nandermo#shadows fx#what we do in the shadows#fanart#nandor the relentless#wip#wwdits fanart#yeas im taggin these wips im gonna tag em when theyre finished too!!#vampire
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Freaky Friday
Kinktober is upon us soon, so let's get some good vibes going!
Share a snippet/sneak peek from a freaky WIP or a project you recently worked on and tag your fellow smut connoisseurs to see what everyone's been up to. Enjoy the spice and happy creating!
Thank you for tagging me @niennawept <3 I am somehow leaving the world of writing explicit smut, and slowly dipping my toes into less descriptive but still very hot smut?
Anyway, I haven't written smut in a while so here you have a snippet from a Thranduil/Reader fic that I promised in return for Thranduil winning one of the polls on your "Daddiest Tolkien Elf Tournament"
No pressure tagging @marimosalad @pursuitseternal @somebirdortheother @starlady66 <3
He stalked towards you slowly, like a predator toying with his prey. You slowly crawled back on the bed until you bumped against the headboard. “Still running away from me?” he chuckled darkly. “Just when I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me. Don’t you want your king to fuck you?” You were painfully aware of the wetness between your legs and the throbbing feeling that he left behind when he ruined your orgasm. Your knees were drawn up to your chest and he pushed them apart with his large hands, exposing you to him. “Answer the question,” he ordered in a husky voice. It took you a moment to remember his question when you looked upon him.
#thank you for taggin me <3#why do I feel like my invitation to hell will just say "you know what you did lady of imladris we saved you a seat#thranduil smut#thranduil x reader
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GIVE ME 6 PERSONA CHARACTERS TO DRAW!!!!!!! ASKS/COMMENTS/REBLOGS, ANYTHING GOES :∆
first come first serve probably??? but if this gets a lot of traction I'll take all the suggestions and put them through a wheel to decide
#ventext#persona#persona 5#persona 4#persona 3#persona 2#we taggin ALL the games. pls pls pls send some characters#dont be shy i dont bite!!!!!!#this may take a bit to do#but i need the practice!
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Firefly
They say two voids can't make a light but, I find light within us and is just enough for me to want to keep going. Sometimes is smaller, other times is bigger but, it is there.
In your darkness and in mine, we found a little firefly, we called it friendship. She is warm and happy, like a hug, like a warm tea on a cold day, like bathing in the sun. And no, it doesn't make the bad disappear forever but, when I see our little firefly i find peace for a little while and is just enough, just enough for me to want to keep going
and exist in my void, with the knowledge of the warm happiness that the little firefly called friendship gave me. So, no, maybe two voids don't make a light but our friendship is light in the voids that we are.
#i wrote this about my bf at a time#we are still friends but ig is not the same#i do other things than reblogging f1 related things#original writing#original work#poetry#or at least i try#im just taggin this like is an ao3 work#looking for moots#bluberry original work
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currently thinking about clingybf!gojo
clingybf!gojo who refuses to answer to anything other than a nickname or a petname because you're his girlfriend and it makes him unbearably happy when you do.
"satoru, could you pass me the-" "tut tut, that's toru or baby to you, princess." "listen here bro, pass me the fucking remote-"
clingybf!gojo who you catch multiple times using your shampoo and body wash because he claims that it makes him feel more at ease.
clingybf!gojo who has no reservations when it comes to physical affection, throwing himself into your arms and burying himself into your boobs like the weirdo he is.
clingybf!gojo who spam texts you like crazy if you don't respond within an hour.
toru 💟 what are u doing baby what r u doing no way u made me double text u think i'm afraid of that shit?? i'm not ‼️ buzz buzz it's me again bitch BABY WHERE R YUO
clingybf!gojo who has absolutely no fucking shame when it comes to his love for you, shouting "i love you" as loud he can from across the street when he leaves for a mission.
clingybf!gojo who has entire albums in his phone dedicated to you, ranging from candid photos that he thinks make you look beautiful to x0.5 mugs of you that he keeps for blackmail purposes.
clingybf!gojo who brags about his relationship constantly to anyone who has a pair of working ears. nanami and megumi could not give a shit less if they wanted to. yuji is the only one truly invested.
clingybf!gojo who is one of those lovers who constantly ask stupid questions to see if your love runs as deep into your veins as his (he hopes it does).
"babe, if i was a dinosaur-" "yes, toru, i'd still love you and yes, we could have little dinosaur baby humanoids and yes, i'd still let you hit." "good, because i know i'd be the sexiest dinosaur you've ever laid eyes on-" "i changed my mind." "what!? why!?!"
taggin: @sad-darksoul
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Widdle Sif
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SCREAMING
if you had to design a masked persona for alex, what would it look like? :3
#AKHSKQHSKSBXKAB HELP#also yes prev we do ^^ ty for taggin us :3 ->#we don't go here anymore but you do right. hi#<-#tagged in#funguy🍄#harble mornets#fave
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i saw ur yandere ghost, soap konig thingie i’m begging for part 2. i’m on my knees begging u
FIGHTING OVER YOU P2
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p1 p2 p3
genre: romance?
characters: Ghost, Soap, König
A/N: NAH CUZ YALL ATE THAT SHIT UP LIKE A GRANDMA'S SOUP @makima4ever taggin you, since you requested this too.🦑
artist @ave661 check their stuff out, my fellow humans!
So, we already know you have scary dog privileges.
I mean, you wouldn't want to get into disagreement with any of them normally.
So when they are glaring everyone down, you can be sure that no one even looks at you wrong.
No one wants to fight a demolition expert, a dude with a skeleton mask, and a 208cm tall dude.
Everyone drops their jaw when you playfully punch Ghost, and he just lets you.
Soap and Ghost become kind of glad König is with them.
Since he's a colonel, not even other colonels want to mess with you.
They finally started working together.
You still have times when no one is following you.
At those times, they will try to get your attention.
Oh, they still fight amongst each other. Now, the fighting is more subtle.
You still notice they fought when some of their gear is broken or missing completely.
Now, they love to give you attention, but if you give them your attention.
Just get ready for them to fall in love with you even harder.
You are messing with their heads.
Soap loves the faces of people when they realize they messed with the wrong person.
Now, for how would they get rid of anyone who decides to argue with you.
Ghost would just do the necessary staring like he always does. If that doesn't scare them off, he will start breaking limbs.
Soap would threaten them with explosives. If that won't work on them he will proceed with his threats.
König would just grin under his mask and beat the shit out of them. No warnings.
They all want to have you for themselves.
Only after some time they will try to make moves.
Ghost freezes when you blush at his flirting.
He was so taken aback by your reaction.
Soap would probably put an arm over your shoulder while you are in a helicopter, saying "Need some sleep?"
He also freezes when you actually lay your head on his shoulder.
König would want to help you get over a wall way taller than you by lifting you up.
When you two were both over the wall, he held you in his hands, not wanting to let go.
He would also freeze like the rest of them, when you hug him instead of telling him to let go of you.
Poor dudes. Just give them some love.
P3?
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Howdy there,
Time to give your young buckaroos a taste of ranch life. 🐴 We've rustled up a Pose-Pack to let your little rancher mingle with the horses. This Pose-Pack includes 12 poses (6 for the tiny tots and 6 for the four-legged pals). 🥰
With the Little Ranchers Pose-Pack, you can snap the cutest pictures of your young'un horsin' around! 🤠 We had a rootin' tootin' good time puttin' this Pose-Pack together, and we reckon you'll fancy it too. ❤
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ii. crash my party
part two of the 'hangman & honey' series!
summary: when his original plans to bring honey to homecoming fall flat, jake thinks he's secured a fail-safe plan for honey to still have the night she deserves. when that too comes crumbling to pieces, jake, like always, is there to patch it back up. because jake is always the one to take care of her. they knew everything about each other...right?
word count: 5.6k
warnings: angsty -> fluffy, shitty homecoming dates, unbearable tension, i'm aware jake would only have a learner's permit but we don't follow the laws in small towns
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It had started with one simple conversation.
"Jake, humor me," she'd started, finally closing her hardback book, looking up at him from across the table they'd been sharing in the school cafeteria. "A school dance? What part of that seems like a place I'd want to spend my Saturday?"
Jake smiled. "Hm, because I'll be there."
He gave her a shit-eating grin before shoveling fries into his mouth. Honey had rolled her eyes, forcing herself not to break into a grin as well. She stole a fry from his tray and swallowed before shaking her head and giving her retort.
"You're going to be there with Katie, and I highly doubt she'd want me hangin' around all night. She's like, majorly in love with you. I'm not going to be your third wheel, people already think I'm weird because I'm always taggin' along with you. I don't need to give them more fuel for the fire."
Ignoring the jab Honey gave herself, Jake tried to think of another approach. He hadn't wanted to go to this dance with Katie at all. He internally scolded himself-Katie was a sweet girl, pretty too, but as Honey had mentioned, Katie was in love with Jake. He just simply didn't feel the same. Suddenly, as if a light bulb had flickered above his head, Jake perked up.
"What if someone asks you to homecoming? Would you double date with me?"
Honey cut her eyes to his forest-green ones, looking away briefly before chewing on her bottom lip. She looked down at her hands, twisting the garnet ring adorning her right ring finger.
"That's sweet, Jake, but you and I both know that won't happen." She pauses, placing the ring back in position. "But, metaphorically speaking, if some random guy decided it wouldn't be social suicide to go with me, then, yeah, I'd double date."
Honey could feel the blush rising to her cheeks, she was positive Jake was the only guy in the entire school that had ever talked to her, much less look at her in any romantic nature.
Her confirmation was all Jake had needed, and he was already on a mission that he was sure he'd succeed in. As the lunch bell rang and he parted ways with Honey, he put his plan into action. Sitting in his fifth period Biology class, he turned to the seat behind him, a good-natured smile on his face. Hayden Wright, Jake's football teammate and friend, stared back at him. The teenage boy raised an eyebrow and gave Jake a look.
"What do you want, Seresin? You've got that stupid look on your face."
Jake scoffed, "First off, fuck you. Second, I've come to cash in my favor, Wright."
Jake had done Hayden a solid nearly a month ago, helping him in cleaning up his family's trashed barn from one of their post-game parties (to save him an ass-whooping from his father), and Hayden had agreed to owing Jake one, he'd just never thought Jake would actually ask him for one.
"What'd ya want?" Hayden's face had been neutral, figuring Jake wanted him to put in a good word with one of the cheerleaders, or to get Hayden's older brother to buy him alcohol.
"You know my friend, Honey?"
Hayden's eyebrow raised at Jake's word.
"The one that sits with you at lunch? I mean, yeah I know of her, why?"
"You're going to take her to homecoming." Jake said the statement plainly, so there would be no question.
Hayden audibly laughed. "Good one, Jake."
"I'm not joking, Wright," Jake's voice had taken a different tone. There was no more lighthearted humor to it, only a sense of seriousness. "I was already planning to take her, but Katie asked me before I could ask Honey myself. The only way she'll go is if she thinks she's not someone's tag-along. I'm not asking you to wine and dine her, asshole, I'm asking you to pick her up, give her a corsage, just-just fuckin' talk to her. Treat her like you would anyone else. She's not going to fall in love with you because you gave her an ounce of your precious attention. You owe me, man."
"Seresin, I already planned on asking Sam Van-"
"Be real, Wright," Jake's eyes were sharp, now daggers. "No shot in hell Sam Vance is going to say yes to you. Honestly, in my opinion, Honey is too good for you, way too good for you, but I'm desperate at this point. You'll ask her-in person-today, after practice. You'll ride with me and Katie, wear a nice suit and bring a corsage. She likes magnolias." Jake's statement left no room for leeway. It was set in stone, Hayden would ask her, be there with bells on, or else. Even as an underclassmen, Jake was easily on the taller side of his teammates, with the muscle to match-his daily farmwork had aided him in that department. Combined with his family's influence, you simply didn't want to be on his bad side.
Hayden sighs, his face drawn in a tight line.
"Fine, but consider my debt paid indefinitely, won't pull this shit again. If I'm going to have to take this girl, what the fuck am I supposed to talk to her about? I don't know the first thing about 'er."
Jake chuckles.
"Lucky for you, she's not much of a talker. Won't be to you, anyways. She likes to read, a lot. Ask her about literally any book. She's funny, just talk about whatever, she'll find a way to make you laugh. Just because she's not a cheerleader doesn't mean she isn't worth your time. Just for once in your life, just one night, don't be a dickhead."
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Honey had been foolishly naive in thinking someone like Hayden Wright would actually be interested in someone like her. She'd felt the sinking feeling enter her chest the day he'd asked her to go to homecoming with him, starting small at first, but growing large enough to fill her anxiety-ridden torso. She'd felt the feeling lingering in her gut when she'd tried on and bought the flowing white dress that adorned her frame. She'd swallowed it down, buried it deep, told her internal insecurities that maybe, for once in her life, something good would happen to her. When that looming feeling had festered forward again that afternoon, as she meticulously curled her hair in Jake's bathroom, she had plastered on a smile and kept going, telling herself it was only a feeling.
But now, as she sat horribly mistaken on the steps of the Seresin farmhouse, she no longer stomached the feeling. Hayden was supposed to be here over an hour and half ago, and he had yet to show. Honey knew he wouldn’t, she’d expected it. She swallowed thickly and looked on as the sun made Katie look radiant in a way Honey knew she would never be-girls like Honey simply didn't shine like that. She let that aching feeling fester forward as she watched Katie laugh next to Jake in front of Janet's rosebushes, tears lining her lashes. The ridiculous eye makeup she'd spent an hour on had gone to waste, along with the heels she'd splurged on. She had almost unbuckled them and tossed them to the side when Janet's voice sounded.
"Honey, sweetheart, c'mon over, I want some pictures of you and Jake."
Honey had smiled and wiped her eyes, standing as tall as she could next to Jake in front of the Seresin's towering magnolia tree. She'd painted on her best smile, avoiding Jake's gaze that was staring holes into the side of her head. He hadn't said anything, and she didn't expect him to. Just because her night turned out to be miserable didn't mean his had to. He and Katie would go to the dance, and she'd stay with Seresin's, probably watch westerns with Jacob Sr. until he fell asleep in his recliner, then she'd take herself up to Jake's room and read until he came back. Maybe she'd just go home, despite hating being there because of the loneliness, so she wasn't a bother to anyone at all. The Seresin family was too kind to her, and she'd never want to overstay her welcome.
"Well, it's a quarter til', you young folk should be headin' along," Jacob Sr.'s voice sounded. Honey smiled as Katie hung off of Jake's arm, and Honey turned back towards the porch of the house, sitting back down on the stairs and started to unbuckle her shoes. Jacob Sr.'s eyes cut to her frame, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Honey, what are you doin', girl? Not too sure on the dress code at this function, but I imagine shoes are required."
Jake's eyes looked at the figure of his best friend sitting on his grandparents' porch, and a feeling he had never felt seeped completely down to his bones. He hadn't even bothered to take her in completely since she'd gotten dressed, too focused on getting himself ready. Honey was dazzling as the sunset framed her figure. The color of her dress brought out her skin, and her hair had been styled lightly, but just enough to frame her face. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. But when he finally braved looking into her eyes, his heart ached. Sadness pooled behind her irises, water forming in her waterline. Her smile contradicted all of the feelings he knew were stirring inside of her, and every cell in his body wanted to shed his dress clothes, pile into his truck and hunt Hayden Wright down to beat the shit out of him.
"Oh, um," Honey started, as if she couldn't find the words to say. "My date isn't comin', I-I don't think I'll go. I'm just gonna go home." She smiled a smile that would appear unbothered by anyone else, but Jake knew that smile. It was entirely fake, an action to keep herself from bursting into tears. She was often so quiet and so good at saving face that it was hard to see her suffering, but Jake saw through her completely, he knew her 'strong' look. Jake jumps into action, without even thinking of how it may make the girl on his arm feel.
"Not a chance, Honey," Jake started, walking across the yard. "Just because Hayden is a jerk, doesn't mean you don't deserve to go. You look beautiful, can't let that go to waste. C'mon, you can hang out with us."
He sticks a hand out and looks down at her. She sighs heavily, taking it, and Jake feels his skin light up. His hairs stand on end, and after all these years, he notices every color in Honey's eyes. He notes the curves of her cheeks, the beauty of her entire figure. He finds himself feeling an overwhelming urge to press his lips into hers. How had he never seen her before? She had spent half of their lives by his side. She knew everything about him, from his favorite foods to the things that kept him up at night. Jake's eyes dart between her own as his heart races in his chest. Jake Seresin was in love with his best friend- head over heels, jumping into the deep end, full force in love. He stands stock still, her hand on his own, for a moment too long.
"Well, we're going to be late if we don't come on." Honey's voice is small, not quiet like usual, but small. She tears her hand away as she makes it down the stairs, giving Katie a curt smile as Katie's arm links around Jake's. He helps Katie into his passenger side, feeling a bit odd that Honey wouldn't be just to his right. Honey climbs into the backseat, her bottom lip tucked in-between her teeth, hands mindlessly rotating the rings on her hands. As Katie chatted animatedly in the truck, Honey only smiled politely, speaking when only necessary. She was utterly miserable, and Jake could see it. It was written across her face so plainly. For most of the night, that look never left her face.
Loud music, the sounds of their classmates yelling at one another to talk, and flashing lights filled the small high school gym, a basketball court full of underclassmen couples swaying to a song Honey didn't recognize. She was wishing she'd brought her current read with her, not that she'd be able to see it in the dark room. Instead, she sat in her metal folding chair at the table Jake and his friends had claimed, watching all the other girls' shoes and purses. As she looked out at the group, she couldn't quell the hurt in her heart that she'd tried swallowing down a million times that night. Katie threw her head back laughing at something Jake had said, though Jake didn't look nearly as amused as her. Her eyes focused on Katie alone-she danced barefoot in front of Jake, her turquoise colored dress shimmering under the lights. She wore a wide smile, one that lit up her whole face. Honey burned with envy. Of course that was the type of girl Jake went to dances with. Katie practically glowed-everyone loved her. The type of girl that guys would never stand up, the girl that guys stopped and stared when she walked by. And no matter how Honey yearned and prayed at night, begging to God to be that kind of girl-the girl that lights up a room, one that makes everyone's head turn-she would never be that. She'd always be bookish, timid, she shook with nerves when she had to give presentations in class, much less in a room full of her entire student body. Without much further thought, she suddenly realized it wasn't the fact she wanted to be loved by everyone, she just wanted to be the kind of girl Jake loved. Jake would never see her as anything more than a sort of quasi-sister, someone to give him advice on how to treat another type of girl right. Even without malice, Jake would hurt her too, and she knew it would leave her empty. Honey felt a tear slip down her face, she hadn't even realized she was crying. She wiped it away hastily, refusing to be the rejected girl that cried at a school dance. She might be a loser, but she wouldn't become a cliche. She found herself picking at the skin around her nails, biting her bottom lip, trying to distract herself from the oncoming round of tears pushing through her eyes.
Back on the dance floor, Jake let out a breath as Katie ran off to dance with some of her girlfriends. The girl was sweet, but he could hardly keep his mind focused on anything but the girl sitting at the table he'd left twenty minutes ago. He'd thought about just dropping Katie off and turning around to take Honey home, but his grandparents would've never let him hear the end of that. Instead he watched from the dance floor as Honey became more and more drawn in on herself. He clocked her fidgeting first-the once pristine white polish on her nails now chipped, her bottom lip red and peeling. Her shoulders were slumped and she hadn't smiled once since they'd arrived. He knew she was trying to let Hayden's rejection roll off her shoulders, he knew she would've already expected it, but when it actually happened, it left her devastated. Not that she cared much about Hayden, but her years worth of abandonment had flared. She was reeling in her own mind, and in a room like this, there were no distractions, no book to escape to, so she simply sat and drowned.
Jake plopped down in the chair next to her, his feet aching in his new dress shoes. The air was thick, and even knowing Honey so well, he wasn't sure how to comfort her. He simply went on instinct. His voice had a rough edge as he shouted over the music.
"You wanna dance?"
They'd danced before, a thousand different times. They'd dance to old country songs as kids, in the barn on the Seresin farm. They'd danced to the radio in his grandparents' kitchen, just friendly dances. It wouldn't be any different, right?
"No."
Jake's head whipped to her. She was never short with him, always layering her rejection softly. Jake didn't think too much about it, she was already feeling vulnerable.
"You sure, Hon? You love this song."
He wasn't wrong-she did love this song. It was a country ballad at least a decade old, but she'd loved it anyway.
"I'm fine, Jake. You should dance with Katie."
"Don't want to dance with her, want to dance with you."
Honey bit her lip to keep it from wobbling, shaking her head.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me. I already knew he wouldn't show, I expected it. It's not your fault, you have nothin' to make up for, okay? I'm not going to be the girl you give a slow dance to because she’s a loser who thought someone like Hayden Wright would actually want to go with her. I don’t need that kind of pity, Jake, especially not from you.” Her tone was fiery, but she hadn’t intended to come across as angry towards Jake, he hadn’t done anything, she was just growing tired of being completely visible and simultaneously invisible to him. “I'm sorry-I just, I don't feel much for dancing at the moment."
She swallowed and took a deep breath.
"Then let's get out of here."
Her head now whipped around to Jake.
"No, no. I'll just wait until you and Katie leave, o-or I'll call your Grandma, I'm sure she wouldn't mind coming to get me so you can keep having fun.” She looks out into the crowd and spots Katie moving through the large crowd of the football boys and cheerleader girls. “You're having fun, Jake, with your friends, and just because I'm miserable doesn't mean you have to be."
"I shouldn't have dragged you here, Honey. I convinced you to come, and you're miserable. I should've realized this isn't your scene, and I'm just making it worse. You shouldn't have to sit here and be miserable and watch as everyone else has a good time. That's like some sick form of torture."
Honey wanted to scream, to grab him by the shoulders and make him realize that she lived it every single day, she was always watching from the sidelines as everyone else lived. It wasn't any different now that she was in an uncomfortable dress in a cold metal chair.
Honey musters a smile and turns to face the boy who held her heart in his hands. Jake couldn’t pull his eyes away as the white satin dress adorned her freckled skin, falling perfectly on her curves. "Jake, look, Katie is out there and she's beautiful and she adores you, and she's been nothing but kind to me, even for being her date's weird third wheel. My night is already miserable, hers doesn't have to be. She deserves to have the night she dreamed of. I sort of already imagined my night to look this way, so, not that big of a disappointment, really."
She swallowed thickly, her vision blurring with the tears she couldn't keep pushing down. Jake blinked, crouching across to rest his elbows on his knees to turn himself closer to her. He caught her eyes, but she couldn’t meet his, afraid of the sympathy she’d find in them.
"Honey, how clueless do you think I am? You say that, that you already knew you’d be disappointed, but I watched you. I sat on the tub while you got ready, and I've seen that look before, the same look you get when somethin’ unexpected happens in your book, or a stupid meet-cute moment on a movie. You’re not some mutant, you may not care about the stupid social part of a school dance, but you were excited, Hon. I’m sorry he put out your fire, believe me I want nothin’ more than to take him behind the barn.” Honey now braves a glance at him, and finds herself staring at a pair of warm green eyes. No sympathy, no pity, just Jake. “You say you're fine with disappointment, but you're not Wonder Woman, darlin'. You're human, and no one can take that amount of sadness without breaking. You suffer in silence because you think no one cares about your happiness, but, Honey, I care. You deserve your own happy night. So please for the love of God, let me get you out of here, we'll do whatever you want. I can't sit and watch you suffer."
Honey shook her head.
"As wonderful as that sounds, Jake, I won't do that to another girl. It's not fair to Katie for you to just leave her here. It's already-"
"I don't think we'll have that to worry about." Jake points to the general direction of a crowd of people, where Katie is laughing as she hangs off the arm of another member of the football team. "I don't think Katie's 'obsessed' with me, I think it's more of anyone who wears the jersey."
Honey shook her head silently, looking up at Jake. His arm was stuck out for her to take, and she gave him a small but genuine smile. Her head rested on his bicep as they walked through the parking lot. As he opened her door and let her in, she almost let herself imagine that she was the girl he’d asked, that he’d decided the dance was lame, and they’d have more fun doing something else. She shut down those thoughts, knowing they’d only disappoint her later when he showed up with another pretty girl at his side. She let the thought float away as the high school faded in the rearview mirror, Jake’s country music filling the cab of the truck.
“What’d you wanna do, Hon? It’s kind of late, everything’s probably closed, but we could swing into Greenville, catch a fast food place.”
Honey shivered, Greenville was nearly twenty minutes out, and she was already itching to get out of this dress and into bed.
“Uh, don’t think I’m cuttin’ you short, J, I just, I really want to get out of this dress, and I want to shower. I-I think I just want to go to bed. I told you not to leave, your night is gonna be-“
Jake’s clouded mind filled with a particularly lewd thought as she spoke about getting out of her dress, one he shoved down quickly.
“My night’s gonna be just fine, because you’ll be in bed and not in that gym miserable.”
Honey simply smiled and continued to watch their small town pass by out her window. It wasn’t long until Jake parked in her driveway, her heart heavy. She stared at the dark house, the empty garage, and the feeling of emptiness she knew she’d find. She smiled half-heartedly as she turned to Jake. He smiled back as he cut the truck off and crawled out of his seat, opening her door and helping her out. He walked her up the steps and to her front door, they looked at each other in the darkness of night, illuminated only by the moonlight.
“Thanks, seriously, Jake, for everything. You’re the best friend I could ask for.”
Her heart cracked at the word ‘friend’, and so did his, not that either of them knew about each other’s feelings.
“No need to thank me, Honey. You can always crash my party.” He winked, looking up at the dark porch light. “Forget to leave the porch light on again?”
Honey shrugged, fetching her house keys from behind a plotted plant. She opened the door to turn the porch light on, and when she flicked the switch, nothing came on. Her eyebrows furrowed, trying the switch for the living room light, and nothing. She shakes her head, her shoulders slumping.
“That’s just rich,” she mumbles under her breath.
“What’s up? Light bulb blow?” Jake’s mind wandered aloud.
“No, uh,” Honey flushed red, feeling embarrassed. “My mother didn’t pay the light company, again. S-She forgets about this place sometimes. I’ll just call her tomorrow, it’s fine. I’ll see you Monday, Jake.”
Jake pauses, placing his palm on the front door she was trying to hastily shut. He takes in her slumped figure, his anger flaring at her neglectful mother.
“Hey, don’t shut me out. You say she forgot again? She’s done this before? Honey I’m not letting you sit down here in the dark, pack a bag, you can stay with us.”
As much as she wanted to protest, as much as her brain said she’d be an imposition at the Seresin’s, her heart was lonely and heavy, and she didn’t want to be alone tonight. She didn’t fight it, only grabbing the flashlight by the door and stomping up the stairs as Jake stood watch. She packed a duffel hastily, throwing in pajamas and casual clothes, and even a set for Monday at school. She never wanted to overstay her welcome, but she would stay as long as the Seresin’s would let her. She hated this house, she hated the empty rooms and she hated her mother. She stomped back down the stairs and locked the door back, sliding back into Jake’s truck and peeling down Seresin Farm Road.
Late that night, with wet hair and Jake’s Dallas Cowboys hoodie over her frame, she sat across from him atop his plaid comforter, snorting and heaving with laughter over Jake’s spot-on impressions of his football coach and teammates. He’s traded his formal wear for basketball shorts and an old rodeo t-shirt, appearing much more like the Jake she felt most comfortable with. For the first time that entire night, she’d felt light, filled with happiness. Hayden Wright never crossed her mind, nor the beautiful girls she held her standards to, not even her elusive mother who Honey felt hated her most. None of it mattered, because she was safe, comfortable, feeling perfectly content enough to curl under Jake’s sheets and fall asleep on his spare pillows. She slept soundly, not feeling Jake’s hands push hair out of her face, or his green eyes unable to look away from her sleeping frame until he too collapsed in sleep. Most importantly, she hadn’t heard Jake’s mumbles of how beautiful she’d looked tonight, things he’d only say when he knew she wasn’t listening. At least for now.
When Janet woke early the next morning, she relaxed seeing Jake’s truck parked in the drive. She stumbled up the stairs to find his bedroom door ajar, a pair of black high-top converse keeping it open. They were Honey’s-she wore them everywhere. Janet’s blue eyes peered into the room illuminated by morning sunshine.
Jake and Honey both slept soundly in Jake’s queen bed, facing one another, none of their limbs touching. To any other parent, this would lead to a sharp lashing and a loud wake-up, but Janet knew her grandson well. He held Honey in such high esteem he’d never try anything of a clandestine romance. Janet loved Honey, and, while never audibly saying it, she silently hoped her boy would open his eyes soon and see the diamond of a girl in front of him. She simply kicked Honey’s shoes out of the way, closing the door to leave them undisturbed.
When the pair woke, nothing had changed. Jake and Honey still sat at the breakfast table like any other weekend, Jake stealing bacon off of Honey’s plate, and Honey stealing strawberries off of his. There was no great fanfare of Honey all but moving into Jake’s room. Janet and Jacob Sr. had no objections when they found out the reasons why. They treated Honey as if she was another Seresin. The only thing that had changed is that Janet no longer had to pick her up for school. So when Honey and Jake walked into school together on Monday, no one seemed to bat an eye. When Hayden Wright walked into the courtyard Monday morning, however, it seemed every single eye was on him, or, more likely, the double black eyes he sported.
Jake had passed off his busted knuckles on some farm work, and Honey had believed him. When she noted that his closest football buddies, Brett and Willie, also had the same markings, she’d passed it off as a football tussle Jake hadn’t wanted to tell her about. Jake had smiled and kept the conversation topic away from Hayden at all costs, which struck Honey as weird, but she chalked it up to Jake’s protective nature. She only started to wonder when Willie turned to her in their shared third period and asked her about the book she’d been reading, or when Brett had caught her attention in the hallway.
“Honey!” The tall boy’s voice had boomed over the crowd of people in the hallway. “What’s up?!” He’d high-fived her as she simply responded with a quiet “nothing much” and headed towards her locker.
When the two boys joined her and Jake at lunch, she’d been nervous at first, as she always was around new people, but quickly fell into a more comfortable state as the weeks passed. Jake’s friends, his true friends it seemed, found her funny, doubling over in laughter at her witty retorts to Jake’s comments, and her jabs at particularly disliked teachers. She no longer cowered behind Jake as he spoke to his teammates, because Brett or Willie were always around, actively roping her into easy conversation. For the first time in her life, Honey had friends, well, besides Jake, but she'd always had Jake.
That Friday night, after the game, as Jake slung off his shoulder pads and tossed them into his designated cubby, Brett’s voice sounded over the bustle of the loud locker room.
“Yo, Jake, are you and Honey going to The Basket after this? I’m fucking starving, man, and she always lets me have her fries she doesn’t eat.”
Jake felt a weird sort of flutter erupt in his chest, knowing that he wasn’t the only person to see Honey’s personality, that she had made an impression on his closest friends too. It almost made him burn with jealousy, but then he’d realized that he quite literally slept next to Honey each night-platonically, of course.
“Uh, yeah, as long as she’s down,” came Jake’s reply as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
“Fuck yeah!” Willie’s voice came into the circle of conversation. “Tell your girl to come to the after party at Junior’s too! I just finished that book she let me borrow, and that party’s gonna be ass, so we’ll have plenty of time to talk about it.”
Jake’s blood ran cold, his girl? When had his friends decided that Honey was his girl? He didn’t correct the boy’s words, only nodding as he chuckled, thinking of Honey’s frame sitting on the bales of hay at Junior’s barn as Willie’s towering linebacker frame chatted animatedly about the copy of The Outsiders she’d lent him.
“Yeah, I’ll see if she wants to come. You might have to catch her later, though, she’s not really big on parties. She’s not one to be social or drink, so people give her shit about it.”
Brett’s scoff filled the air.
“She’s wearing your numbers, Seresin.” Brett referred to Jake’s old jersey Honey often wore to the game. “And me and Willie’ll be there, nobody’s gonna mess with ‘er.”
That night, Honey and Jake sat on one side of a sticky red booth at the local diner with Willie and Brett across from them, opting to spend their night over dinner instead of at a party the law would likely bust. Jake had hardly spoken to Honey at all since they’d arrived, she was deep in a conversation with Willie over greasers and poems about gold. It made Jake happy that she and his friends got along, but as Honey flashed Willie a smile she’d only given him, he felt his fists tighten at his side, the burning jealousy returning. As Brett chattered on and on, Jake tried to focus, but his eyes kept lingering on the other side of him, seeing Honey laugh or her eyes sparkle as she divulged in literary talk. His mood had turned sour, and she hadn’t even noticed. So when Willie and Brett parted for the night, and they’d made their way to Jake’s truck, she’d clocked his frown as he opened her door for her.
“You alright, J?” Her voice was sweet, laced with sympathy.
“M’fine, Hon,” came his reply as he shut the door, walking around to his side and sliding in before starting the truck. Silence filled the truck, and Honey found her happiness deflating. She must’ve done something to upset him, that must be why he was acting this way. She pulled her knees to her chest, feeling small. Jake caught the movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Nothing’s your fault. I swear.” His green eyes were more warm than before.
“Then why are you acting like this? I-I’m sorry if you thought I was ignoring you, I just got caught up in talking to Willie about the book that I didn’t think about it.”
“It’s not that, you haven’t done anything, I promise. Just, thinking about a lot up here.” His pointer finger tapped against his temple.
“You can always talk to me. You can tell me anything, Jake.”
He smiled at her and nodded, but he knew he couldn’t. He could tell her anything except that he was in love with her.
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Let's Play and Learn
Writer: Yuumasu
Season: Autumn
TL: verdantcrimson
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Mitsuru: We’re heeere~! It’s the amusement park, the amusement park!
Tomoya: Hold on, Mitsuru. You aren’t a little kid anymore, don’t get all worked up about it.
Mitsuru: Why not, why not? Everyone can have fun at an amusement park!
Mitsuru: I’ve been looking forward to this for looong time, so I’m gonna have as much fun as I can! YAHOO!
Tomoya: Wai- Don’t drag me by the arm, listen to me!
Souma: …… Today, Tenma seems more excitable than usual.
Hajime: Heheh. It’s been a while since all us four Ra*bits have gone on an outing like this.
Hajime: I think it’s because everyone from AKATSUKI is with us. Right, Nii-chan?
Nazuna: Yup. Hajime-chin, you can spend your time however you like too, kay? Relaxation is important.
Hajime: Okay!
Hajime: … Ah, Tomoya-kun and Mitsuru-kun are waving me over. It looks like they’re taking pictures with the mascots.
Kuro: Hey, Kanzaki. You go and take a picture too.
Souma: I as well?
Kuro: You’re the eldest amongst the students. That makes you their ‘big brother’. Keep an eye on the little ones and make sure they don’t tire themselves out.
Souma: I am their ‘big brother’, you say?
Souma: Leave it to me! ♪ I shall go forth, as an elder!
Keito: —Considering what you came here to accomplish, shouldn’t you be the one interacting with the kids, Kiryu?
Kuro: Uhhh…… That’s, well, I’ll get around to it eventually…
Nazuna: Ahaha! At that rate, you won’t make any progress at all, y’know~?
Keito: I agree. By the way, Nito was the one who came up with the plan for today, correct?
Nazuna: Ah, yeah. I happened to bump into Kuro-chin at the office last week, and he told me his thoughts on ‘Bogie Time’.
Nazuna: He also asked me: “How do you react entertainingly on shows like that?”
Nazuna: I gave him some advice on a few things, but ‘reacting’ isn’t a skill you can just get by listening to someone tell you how to do it, right?
Nazuna: We decided to train somewhere far removed enough from day to day life to put it into practice— Hence the special training at the amusement park.
Nazuna: Then we figured two guys hanging out on their own would be lonely, so we decided to invite our pals along! ♪
Keito: I can understand that much, however… Other four invitees aside, why call me? I’m not exactly the kind of person that would jump for joy at the prospect of going to an amusement park.
Kuro: With everyone else taggin’ along, wouldn’t you feel sad bein’ the only one left out?
Kuro: I didn’t want to make you feel bad, or have ya thinkin’ that I didn’t call ‘cause you’re too busy with work or somethin’.
Kuro: Havin’ ya here would make me happier too, Hasumi. Guys like us don’t tend to come to places like these often, right?
Kuro: I’m lookin’ forward to seein’ an unexpected side of ya. ♪
Keito: So, you’re expecting me to make a fool of myself? You have terrible taste.
Keito: … But well, like you said earlier. Kanzaki seems to be happy about this.
Keito: I suppose you’ll need a reliable adult around. Don’t you appreciate that, Kiryu?
Kuro: ‘Course. I’m always appreciative of ya, Hasumi danna……♪
Keito: Hmph… Now that I’m here, I’ll make certain you accomplish your goals.
Keito: According to the pamphlet, the attractions that would be best for training your reactions are…… The haunted house, log flume, rollercoaster, as well as the—
Kuro: Ugh. Could we skip the rollercoaster and other swingy stuff? You already know I’m not a rides guy.
Nazuna: Then, how about this one? It’s an attraction where you can have fun talking to the crew.
Nazuna: Since you can’t predict what people are going to say next, it’ll be perfect for upgrading your adlib power. ♪
Souma: …… One and all, how long do you intend to keep conversing for?
Souma: T’would be a shame to waste away our time for naught. I wish for our senpai to enjoy the amusement park alongside us as well.
Kuro: Whoops. Sorry Kanzaki.
Kuro: You’re right. Even if I’m avoidin’ the rides, I’m sure I’ll be able to learn somethin’ from all the other attractions.
Kuro: Alright, shall we go and have some fun together? ♪
[A few hours later]
Nazuna: … Oh, I’ve got a call from Hajime-chin.
Nazuna: Hello? Were you able to buy the churros?
Nazuna: Uhuh. Yup, yup. …… Got it, you can take your time. Seeya.
Nazuna: Turns out the line ended up being surprisingly long, so it’ll take them some time to get back.
Kuro: I see. Honestly, that’s kind of a relief. They were constantly draggin’ me all over the place.
Keito: Yes. The amount of walking around they did was quite surprising.
Nazuna: Both of you look exhausted~. Feels like you’re two dads on vacation! ♪
Nazuna: But I’m impressed, ‘cause Kuro-chin still seriously practiced his reaction expressions.
Kuro: ‘Course I’d take it seriously. Otherwise there’d be no point in comin’ here.
Keito: Even so, doesn’t embarrassment tend to win out for most? You put in so much effort to act horrified at the haunted house, that you managed to horrify the ghosts—
Keito: And when you asked the mascot character for an autograph, It was like you were threatening him. You took it so seriously that it was almost comical. In some ways, this has been a learning experience for me as well.
Kuro: Haha. Comical, huh? Can’t tell if I’m bein’ praised or degraded here.
Kuro: So now, let’s have a look what other attractions there are……
Mitsuru: —Then, how’s this?
Nazuna: Oh, you guys are back. …Hm? What’s that?
Mitsuru: A horned headband! It glows in the dark! I bought one for everyone so we could remember our amusement park trip! ☆
Kuro: You want me to wear that and walk around? Nah, I couldn’t. I mean, obviously…… It just wouldn’t suit me.
Mitsuru: Eeeh? I expected a happier reaction! You might have to wear even sillier outfits when you go on variety shows, don’tcha think?
Mitsuru: If wearing a headband makes you feel embarrassed, you’re not gonna be able to do anything!
Kuro: But…
Mitsuru: Now’s my chance!
Kuro: Yipes. Close call… I almost got a headband put on me.
Mitsuru: You dodged!? If you had stayed put for just a little longer, I would’ve had it! Bummer!
Nazuna: ……Oh. Kuro-chin, Kuro-chin, wouldn’t this also work as training your reaction skills?
Kuro: Huuh? Whaddya mean?
Nazuna: Liiike this! —Hiiyah! ☆
Kuro: Woah! Nito, not you too!
Nazuna: Darn it~! Tomoya-chin, Hajime-chin, come on! Let’s join forces and put this headband on him!
Tomoya & Hajime: Got it!
Kuro: Hey now, how’s a 4v1 even fair…?
Souma: Indeed, it seems as though Kiryu-dono is also enjoying himself whilst frolicking around in such a manner. I shall cheer for you as well…♪
Kuro: I don’t need you cheerin’, help m—
Kuro: …No. I ain’t gonna make a peep. If I start complainin’ now, I’ll lose my dignity as a man.
Kuro: Bring it, rabbits. I’ll take ya all on…!
Souma: Hehe. As one would expect of Kiryu-dono, he fights a solitary battle. ♪
Souma: ……By the by, Hasumi-dono. In this particular circumstance, what exactly would qualify Kiryu-dono as the victor?
Keito: No clue.
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WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#33 RUN-
When you found...that Iruma was alive but being held by two demons...IT WAS ON SIGH...even the demons knew never to come between a parent from their baby...it was a fight or flight reflex...and the flight was the only response their bodies felt to survival-
Henri*Who was them one of the two demon men went to hide from the human running after them, holding the door to close as you tried to get in*Balam, Kalego! Give him to them! they're his parent?!
Kalego: How do I know they're his parent!?
Henri: What do you want a- birth certificate?! They're human!
Balam: Well, we put in the blood, sweat, and tears to raise him
Henri: For a day! Give him back, you lunatics!?!
Kalego & Balam: Look! This is our son, and you're gonna have to go through us to get him!?!
Two demon teachers heard GROWLING...from outside the door...and it went quiet...They heard "Rafire" and the door...along with Henri was blown out by the explosion of fire...and standing at the door entrance...Was you...The sound of screams was heard all over the hell...
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❝𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦❞
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — the fire between us will keep us warm on these winter nights; when all you wanted was to bring some christmas cheer to your bleak apartment, tess has plans that will put you face to face with the one man that you lose all composure around
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1K
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, fluff, implied strangers to lovers, slight christmas mentions
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i wrote this cute drabble for the always lovely @flordeamatista and i'm beyond thrilled that she loves it given that i had a very hard time keeping this to just a thousand words lmao
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“Where the hell did you get those?”
You chuckled, glancing at Tess from over your shoulder. “I had to give some of my rations to some knuckle-headed kids.” You finished adjusting their position and turned to face her. “You like ‘em?”
She chuckled, shaking her head. “They’re very…you, Y/L/N.”
You beamed and carefully made your way down the stepladder to stand beside her. “It’s nothin’ like my set up back home but it’ll do.” You bumped shoulders with hers. “But that’s not why you came to visit me.”
“This is why you’re my favorite girl, Y/L/N.” She motioned to your small kitchen table. “Sit for a second.”
One of your best skills was that you were acutely observant; micro expressions, macro expressions, subtle shifts in body language and tone never went unnoticed for you. So when Tess Servopoulos is sitting at your table with a strained expression in her brown eyes, your senses were on high alert.
“Don’t get tense like that.”
You moved to get two glasses from the cupboard. “I’m tense because you’re draggin’ this out.” You set the glasses down in time for Tess to produce a bottle of whiskey. “What do you need me to do?”
She took a long sip of her drink before meeting your eyes. “I need you to go on a run with Joel for me.”
You hummed.
“Nothing too strenuous. Just ammo, some medical supplies. Easy peasy.”
“Why can’t you go?”
Tess pulled back the sleeve of her jacket; the parts of her shoulder and collar that you could see beneath her tank top were purple in some spaces, red and angry in others. “I got ambushed by some fucking kids and I don’t want Joel getting all worked up over it. He’s barely slept as is and I need him as clearheaded as possible.” She stabbed a finger in your direction. “Don’t you say anything to him, either. I know where you sleep.”
You snorted. “No need to threaten me, Tess. I got it.” You took a sip from your glass. “Your buddy okay with me taggin’ in for you?”
She shrugged and said, “He doesn’t have much choice.”
“When do we head out?”
“Wednesday night. Just enough time before next week’s rations come in.” She eyed you intently. “Y’know, you never told me what you don’t like about Joel.”
Your brows creased. “I like him fine.”
“Anytime I bring the man up, you get quiet.” Tess raised a brow. “He do somethin’ to you?”
Other than being so attractive that you’d rather eat denim than have him look you in the eye, Joel Miller barely acknowledged your existence. You shared niceties here and there, but have never spent any time alone together.
Besides, he and Tess clearly had something between them. Even without meaning to, they always gravitate towards each other. Two planets in the same orbit.
“If he did somethin’ to me, he’d be dead.” Your finger circled the mouth of your glass. “No, Joel Miller is a perfect gentleman.”
Tess snorted. “I don’t know about all that. He’s just…Joel.”
You pour more whiskey in each of your glasses and smiled some. “Don’t worry, Tess. Everything’ll run smoothly.”
She held up her glass to you. “I have no doubt.”
“Where are you from?”
You and Joel had managed to get the supplies fairly unscathed and were sitting on your couch. Instead of whiskey, you both opted for tea. You found out that Joel takes his the same way you do: honey but not too sweet.
You propped your elbow up along the back of the couch, a smile in the corners of your mouth. “Broussard, Louisiana. Not too big, but not quite so small. You?”
“Arlington, Texas.”
“Makes sense now why Tess calls you Texas,” you said, chuckling. “I always thought you both made a real nice couple.”
Joel started coughing, returning his mug of tea back to the small table in front of you. “Who the hell told you that?”
Your brows furrowed. “I mean, it’s kind of obvious, isn’t it? Y’all are so close and everybody says that y’all have been together practically since the beginning.”
“For your information, Tess and I are good friends.” His gaze burned into yours. “Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.”
“Okay,” you stuttered out, swallowing thickly. You grabbed your mug and lifted it between the two of you. “More tea?” You didn’t wait to hear his answer before half-running to the kitchen. Your face was warm — burning hot, even — and your pulse was racing. Your hands gripped the edge of the sink as his words sank into your bones.
Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.
“Y/N.” Joel stood behind you, both arms crowding you in against the counter. His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear. “Look at me.”
“How’s about I get some whiskey for us instead?” You moved around him, forcing your gaze everywhere but on him. “I don’t have any good stuff but Tess and I swear by it.”
He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”
Your features flattened. “I’m not nervous.”
“Oh, yeah?” His knuckles lightly brushed along the curve of your jaw. “Look me in the eye and say that again.”
Your gaze lifted to his and your breath caught some. “I’m not nervous.”
“There’s my girl.”
You turned your head to the side. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world when you’ve barely given me any thought before?”
Joel took your left hand and brought it to his lips, softly kissing the tops of your knuckles. His dark eyes were warm as they regarded you. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that, darlin’. I only have eyes for you.”
“Bullshit.”
“Tell you what.” He pulled you flush against him, smirking at your sharp gasp. “How’s about I spread a little Christmas cheer in your bedroom and we’ll revisit this conversation in the morning?”
𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — when i tell y'all that i fell in love with joel all over again writing this 😩😩
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tagged by @lockescoles - first poll made here we go
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