#🐙anon

[thegnomelord]

Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious

Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation

I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.

I just want him to have a nice meal 😔

-🐙

I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...

But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :

You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.

Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.

"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.

"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.

That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."

"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).

You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.

You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.

Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.

"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.

"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.

"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.

[jenny-from-the-bau]

tbh i can't be too judgemental of reid talking because i also force my friends to hear about the weird dreams i have and i'm also a repository of borderline useless information but those pics of em and jj are so cute

idk if this is a weird thing to say but pregnant jj/aj was so pretty like she's always beautiful but she definitely had that pregnancy glow people talk about

-🐙

lmao I do, too, but it's funny to fall asleep on the jet and then have loud nightmares and then just tell your pregnant coworker that you dreamed about her unborn baby lmao

omg okay, but she's so pretty while pregnant lmaoo

[frenchfrywrites]

Mmmmm that vil fic was soo good, i love zombie lovers! Especially doctor an medical fics, i dont know how you make bangers like that every time!

🐙

Awww thank you very much!!! I'm so happy you liked it!!! I certainly had my fun with writing it :)

[mike-the-switch]

I second the other anon. You are an amazing person.

— 🐙

You guys are so sweet 🥺💙

Thank you! 💙

[judeswhore]

Idk why people are so mean to you. You’re like genuinely one of the kindest creators I’ve ever met and seeing people treat you like this is genuinely infuriating…. Like THIS is why we can’t have nice people here!!! Because rude people run them away 💔 but please don’t listen to them leigh you’re super sweet and I’m here supporting you! Even though this is my first time saying anything to you lolz, hope you’re doing well and don’t let it get to you!!!

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hi thank u, i appreciate it sm! it’s very boring and tiring having people be so rude and hateful for no reason and really takes the fun out of this app, i’ve lost a lot of interest in being here over the last few weeks bc of it and sometimes it just feels like a chore. i appreciate u sm tho and i hope ur doing okay! sending u lots of hugs <3

[evansbby]

I was so captivated by the epilogue that I forgot what happened in the ending , and at the end of the epilogue I was like wait … she didn’t say I love you back ??😂lmao I was scared

Honestly this is like really different than the other parts of poyt but really in amazing way and this is what it makes this ending perfect . I want to precise everything was perfect really like including the meeting with steve moms the confrontation with Bucky I’m so glad btw that b*tch go beat up i was like ,I’m sick of his ass 😂 I was waiting for that moment , the ending with Sam the cute moments between omega and steve and there’s like two main points that captivated me the whole time :

I feel like In the first place we have a much more kind of mature take on things with omegas mother definitely leaving her especially , wich was like a horrible event you honestly described perfectly her feelings the sadness , desperation and self blame and also the way she kind of looked back to her childhood was really sad when she was in the house and remembered the bad memories I really pitied young omega and especially when after going thought all of this she had a period where she didn’t even want to be alone anymore and also the doubt that she had about being a mom but Steve told her the fact that she doubt about it proves she’s a good mom for caring , it was honestly really realistic ! It was satisfying about how omega

Accepted at the ending her mom leaving and understood it’s a question of time and the fact she didn’t doubt herself anymore as a mom also !🥹

Also of course the progression of Steve ! Like I didn’t even realise it was like in 2 months I think that this part especially made me so much realise how Steve changed and really in the best way I think because of omegas pregnancy and what happened in the bath I remember i really saw a change in him but it’s especially the way he reacted toward Peter that confirmed that he really changed for the better and that something clearly switched in him that allowed him to change then completely . Steve really surprised me in a great way , I love how he’s still really protective with her but without being controlling and having mean authority I see it sooo much in the way she’s bold in her interactions with him it’s really cute how she’s not shy anymore I remember in the car also just after the confrontation with Peter at the beginning they kind of had this funny moment of complicity wich was really cute and they were much more after , and the way he was patient for her to say I love you back even though it was difficult in the Beginning but he really accepted it and it was perfect when she said it and the proposal 🥰 and the weeding also everything was so cute and intimate I loved it . Again I love how Steve is really a character that we can appreciate now and how he’s really not the same personn and we can see it especially when he was at omegas old home and she told him her story how he 100% regretted genuinely what he did , his affectionate side doesn’t make him less of an alpha at all it brings his protection also for omega !

This really is an amazing conclusion for the 2 characters , Steve correcting his mistakes and having the best character development and omega forgiving him and finally going past everything that happened to her before to be happy for ever because she deserve it and Steve too .

I cannot express how happy I am that they had a baby girl btw I knew it that Steve would really be the perfect girl dad how much he’s protective of her and how she respond and have so much fun with him and the connection omega has with her daughter too and how she knows she’s going to be the best mom 🥹.

You killed this it’s the perfect ending really perosnnaly like it was a 100% emotional from the beginning to the end but the ending especially because they had the cute and happy ending they deserve but it wasn’t a sad ending for me because they weren’t part and nobody was sad at the end and I’m glad because I couldn’t really accept it girl !!🥹🥹the only thing sad is that it’s done but it’s okay we still have drabbles and again the ending is perfect !!. #🐙

Btw I spent like 3hours reading it I’m the slowest reader 😂

omfg bestie octopus anon!! i'm finally replying to your feedback but your messages gave me lifeee thank you so much!! i was so happy when i read them for the first time last week! also three hours is how long i would've taken to read something like this!!! hehehe probably even longer now bc i have such a terrible attention span

I like that omega's whole journey stood out to you!! I tried to make it realistic in the sense that she doesn't just get over all her insecurities as the story ends, but she's making a conscious effort to work on them! the parts about little omega made me cry too as i was typing them, so i am glad they had an effect on you too! Also yes, the period where she didn't want to be alone, that was very sad to write about because this poor girl literally NEEDED Steve to physically be there with her because she didn't want to think about her mom :(( Just very harrowing but i am glad that she is getting better now!

And yes, Steve's character development!! You're so right bestie, his affectionate side doesn't make him any less of an alpha! I think Steve is slowly realising that but also... even HE is not fully there yet. In the sense that he's still got a lot of maturing to do which will happen as their marriage progresses! but again, that's realistic as i didn't want to end things TOO perfectly, if that makes sense.

Also yes, how Rosie was having so much fun with her daddy *puppy dog eye with tears emoji but i am on my laptop* like when he was throwing her up in the air and catching her and she was laughing UGHHHHH I LOVED THAT TOO AND I AM SO HAPPY YOU found it satisfactory!!! thank you

ily octopus anon!

[artdcnaldson]

I. AM. IN. LOVE. WITH. YOU. CAT.

I desperately need, very VERY recently divorced!Art seeing college student!reader in a bar and hooking up, but the next day Art goes out to the store or something, (i.e McDonalds w Lily) and seeing you behind the counter. He asks you when your shift is over so he can pick you up and fuck you in the back of his jeep saying that he’ll sugar daddy you, and that you won’t ever have to work a shitty minimum wage job again, and that he can’t help wanting to help you because you’re so young and naive and pathetic. DROOLING!

Also can I be anon: 🐙

GOD !!!!! And yes 🐙 anon welcome!!!! I misread this ask and wrote something so off base so I had to start over!! Sorry for the delay!!

He never goes to the bar anymore, but he doesn’t have Lily for the night since she’s at a sleepover, and he hates being in the empty house, so he goes out. He doesn’t expect any attention at all— he’s barely even gotten laid since before the divorce— but there you are. Young, hot, doting, desperate for male attention.

You don’t know who he is, which is fine. He relishes in the anonymity. It’s sweet, how bad you want to fuck him just because he’s hot and nice and bought you a drink. Not because you want his money, or a brush with fame and influence.

He fucks you in the bathroom, with his fingers pushed between your lips to stifle your constant stream of whiny moans. God, you’re loud. You gasp and moan like you’ve never been fucked before. Or, at least, like you’ve never been fucked well. You drench his cock in arousal, leave a sticky ring of creamy release at his base that you clean off with your tongue as he comes down your throat.

He’ll never see you again. That’s fine. He’s divorced at 32, he’s young, he’s attractive, he’s rich— he needs to learn to have casual hookups.

But then you’re at the mall while he takes Lily out to buy a new Lego set (a reward for good grades). You’re behind a counter in a citrus colored apron blending smoothies. Lily wants pineapple mango. He orders strawberry banana. You write your number and a heart on his cup. He slides a fifty dollar bill across the counter as a tip and asks what time your shift ends.

He hires a sitter.

When he picks you up from the mall, you smell like fruit and faintly like the pretzel stand nearby. You’re mortified that the hot guy from the bar found you at your shitty minimum wage job.

“Art,” he corrects. Introduces. “And I’m glad I found you.”

You don’t even know who he is, still, even now. You’re bouncing on his cock in the backseat of his jeep, with sponsorship contracts crumpled on the floor, and magazine ad proofs with his face plastered across them on the floor, and you don’t even notice.

He could make all of your worries disappear. As easy as he makes you come around him, as easy as it is to make your eyes roll back and your jaw slacken. And it’s easy. You’re easy. He could make it so you never have to work again, as long as he wants you. Pay your tuition, pay your rent, pay whatever you want, to keep your sweet pussy in his life.

He might just offer it.

[impish-baby]

Hai I'm finally back again, You’re werewolf family stuff makes my brain shake /pos can we please get more? Maybe about reader’s first time out hunting with the family/pack? Or maybe their first full moon? Whatever u come up with makes my day regardless, have a great day/night ^w^

-🐙

The moon will sing a song for me - platonic yandere werewolf brother x reader - 🐾

You hate it. It's not even nightfall and your body is restless, wanting to shift so you can run freely through the trees. No matter what it's like your human mind is constantly fighting your instincts, in more ways than one.

Liam pats your back sympathicly, trying his best to soothe your discomfort. Rowen and Madison hadn't been home when you had woken up, pitiful cries and whines soon following that discovery. They aren't your familly, they aren't, but it felt like you were abandoned until he scrambled into the room to comfort you.

You're cradled to his chest now, safe and secure with your big brother. The older boy keeps rambling on in hopes of distracting you, it's a little funny at least.

"So- she bit me, and I really did think she was just like, I don't know, a feral toddler! Because what kid goes up to strangers and bites them? And she was like, 'we're siblings now', so-"

You're tired and Liam is warm, his voice the perfect background noise to fall asleep to. He trails off when he realizes you've passed out again, gently laying down with you still on top of him.

"Am I boring?" He teases softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That's fine, I'd rather you sleep a little more. There's a long night ahead of us."

Liam sighs, brushing your hair out of your face. "I'm sorry, I know it sucks. I was scared and confused at first too, but it gets better. You'll have fun eventually, I promise."

[fanged-fanfics]

Hi, I would like to request Mk with a fem! Reader who is mean for him. This guy is TOO sweet he really needs a partner that can yell at people for him. How about a short fic? (It's been a minute since I've requested anything from anyone)

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💛🍜 Defending the Successor — MK x Fem Reader Drabble 🍜💛

Genres: Fluff, Romance || she/her pronouns for reader, he/they pronouns for MK || No warnings needed

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It wasn't often that you got to do deliveries with MK, as he always seemed to jump around so much, and you had responsibilities of your own. But Pigsy tended to insist. He knew how easily distracted his son was, and you seemed to ground them. One day your schedule was clear enough to finally agree.

MK was happily chatting to you as he drove the noodle cart, the two of you making it to one of the few stops they had left for this shift. "And theennn Monkey King showed me all the stuff he's collected! He's got so much junk, but it's all really shiney". You chuckled as you nodded "Eyes on the road, hun" you reminded. "Right," MK said, pulling up to a stop a few feet from the house. He got out first, scrambling to open the cart door for you. You gave him an appreciative smile as you took their offered hand to get out. He held your hand tightly, his other hand carrying the delivery bag. "So, yeah! That's basically how my first week with Monkey King went" he wrapped up, before knocking on the door. A very unimpressed man opened it from the other side.

"Finally, you're here" the customer drawled irritably. MK raised an eyebrow, tilting their head a little "Oh- yeah, traffic was kinda bad today. But I made it within the time!" They replied, holding out the bag. The customer frowned, snatching the bag out of his hands. "This better be good then" he grumbled, opening up the box. After letting him look through it for a bit, MK spoke to the customer. "Soooo anyways, that'll be-"

"I'm not paying for this" the customer interrupted. MK blinked. "Uh... I don't know what to tell ya, guy, but you gotta pay for the food". "It's practically late, I'm not paying for you to be able to slack off" the man replied. MK wilted a tad. They knew they had a problem with being off task, but by his standards he'd been doing better recently. "Well, I still gave it to you, so". The customer scoffed. "Then go tell your boss you didn't do it fast enough" he said, attempting to close the door then and there. Before he could, he felt something stopping it. He looked down, seeing your shoe holding his door from closing.

"I think you owe him something" you said firmly. The customer rolled their eyes "I'm not-". "I'm not asking" you cut off. "He worked hard to come here and deliver this to you. He did it as on time as he could, and there's not a thing wrong with the meal". You nudged the door open, giving the customer a hard stare "so pay up". The man groaned, but pulled out a fistful of money from his pocket and held it out. You took it from him, before handing it to MK. "Enjoy your meal" you said flatly before closing the door on him. Once that was done, you sighed, relaxing again as you stood beside MK. "You didn't have to do that" the successor said with a small chuckle, walking with you back to the cart.

"You shouldn't let people walk over you like that, hon" you said to him, taking his hand like they'd done earlier "I know you like being the happy-go-lucky hero, but sometimes you gotta be a bit tougher than that. You deserve better". MK gave a small smile before nodding. He brushed his hair back with his free hand and said dramatically, "Would you like me more if I was a rebel, then? A real bad guy with a even worse attitude?". You chuckled, pecking his cheek so his faux serious expression melted away "I like you as how you are, MK. You're very sweet. But don't let that mean you get trampled on". "Got it" MK replied determinedly as they opened the door for you once more.

After you got in, MK gave you a cheek kiss "Thank you, though. For helping out back there". "It's no problem" you replied, ruffling his hair. He smiled and turned on the tunes to the radio, cranking up the volume for you two as you began heading off to the next stop as the sun started setting

[thegnomelord]

I've had an idea of a fast regen monster zombie ghoul type reader for the monster!141 au for a while. Their little writing blorb has been sitting somewhere being fermented but it's midnight and I can't stop thinking about how vulnerable having instant regen could be.

Like imagine instead of being treated as a person, a soldier, you're only seen as a sack of meat, something that you don't need to take care of, "it'll fix itself" type shit.

Imagine barely getting any care because "you don't need it" type shit. Getting sent on harsh missions, for example being sent to some place with harsh snow "if you get hypothermia your fingers would just grow back, right?" (Though I doubt that's how it works)

Need to continue the fic where after all that, after only being treated all shit by their old crew they join a new team (tf 141 obvyyy) where they actually like care about you and it's like both "wow what the fuck they care that makes my chest feel warm" and "I've been being the sacrificial lamb for decades I'm used to it let me do my job" for the reader I think it has potential to be funny

-🐙 sorry for yapping

Ooooh I love that idea and I'm so down bad for a tsundere reader learning how about the feelingsTM lol

Like, just imagine laying someone after an explosion pinned under rubble, rebar piercing your body in numerous places just looking bored at the 141 like, "Hey, gonna pull me off or do I have to do it myself?" but you already expect to be given no help, what does a creature of you need help for when you can survive the harshest of punishment?

And you're thrown for such a loop when they help you. When Gaz holds your hand while the others work to get the rubble off you, like he's trying to give you comfort even though you can barely feel any pain nowadays.

Or Having someone like Simon, cold hearted and harsh Wraith Simon, laying you down on a bed and kissing your skin. You heal so well there's never any marks left from even the most gruesome of wounds, but his cold lips ghost over the spaces of flesh where he remembers you were injured. And you hate it how your heart beats so fast from such a soft gesture

[cobwebbedcat]

Breathing heavily...yes...HYPNO W/TRIEN OMFG ok ok ..hear me out...but...what if we add piss?

🐙anon

It's me you're talking to babe.. of course we can add piss.. I mentioned in my post that I'm thinking Abt trein who has high stamina and sex drive because his brain thinks that he's younger, and even if he's flaccid and cumming blanks he still wants your cock buried in him. He'll whine and sob if you try to pull out, even if you have to pee. He'll beg you to piss in him, because he can't stand the idea of you pulling out and leaving 🤤

[jenny-from-the-bau]

been listening to the chicks a lot lately and i can't stop thinking about a jemily au based on the song goodbye earl w/ jj as wanda and emily as mary anne

jj getting trapped in an abusive relationship and not telling anyone because she hates being vulnerable and has a pathological aversion to being seen as weak. and when she finally decides to leave because she's seen this same situation play out on cases a million times and she knows how it'll end if she doesn't get out, he puts her in the hospital

emily finding out about this from someone else on the team bc of course jj wouldn't want to tell her and worry her and she immediately catches the next flight from london to be by jj's side. the moment she sees jj hurt like that she starts hatching a plan to kill the bf and dispose of him in a way that he'll never be found

emily coming back to the bau for good and she and jj live happily ever after together and they never have to worry about anyone hurting her again. they buy a little house together in the countryside and they never put any labels on their relationship but they're happy together

the rest of the bau definitely know that emily and jj killed that man and that they're more than just gal pals who live together but if anyone has any suspicions, nobody ever mentions it (every single one of them would've happily killed jj's ex bf if emily hadn't gotten to him first)

-🐙

I love this so much! It's such a good idea! But consider this - when the guy beats her up, JJ fights back and "accidentally" kills him. JJ goes to the hospital herself and Emily shows up obviously and JJ is like "psst there's a body in my house," but when Emily goes there, there's no body and she finds Hotch and Derek and Rossi cleaning up. They all agree never to talk about this and Emily swiftly sells the house with Derek's help. She buys a new one for her and JJ and the team just never talks about it, but they're closer than ever now that they've all covered up a murder lol

[frenchfrywrites]

I dont know if anyones said this yet but

Happy Valentines Day French fry! I hope you had a day filled with love, beautiful men and sweets! <3

🐙anon (they made my emoji ugly T-T)

Awww thank you thank you!!! Happy V-day to you too my love!!! I hope the same to you hehe, here is some valentine chocolate from me to you 😚 🍫!! 💖

[mike-the-switch]

Um DUH! I listened to it with my girlfriends at 1am after we got back from the bar the night it dropped 😂

Speak Now was the first time I saw Taylor on tour. I went with my sister. So that album is super special to me.

— 🐙

I love that anon! I'm sorry I should have guessed you had 😅

I'm so happy it has a special place for you! 🥰 super jealous you've seen Taylor live 😅 I can't wait to go next year!!!

[yanderefarm]

I like to imagine that when we really get into our relationship with Ares, we really only call him different variations of ‘wife’ and other pet names and one day we decide to call him by his actual name and he is IMMEDIATELY clocking that shit, pulling out the red text and everything

- 🐙 anon

always "honey, darling, wife, beloved" only cute shit allowed!!! he would allow nicknames too but its hard to really make a nickname for "Ares". he calls you cute things only too "honey, baby, dear, hubby" and any cutesy variation on your own name he can think of. that's how it's supposed to be. you're a married couple you have to be cute and lovey dovey until death.

"Ares there's someone at the door for you?"

the person at the door doesn't matter. what matters is that your sparkly eyed wife is standing there with his dark lifeless eyes. he looks like he does whenever he's going to kill someone. is the person at the door a bad person? no. its not because of that.

"what's wrong, dear?"

"nothing, honey what's wrong with you?"

he smiles eeriely.

"so you still love me. you're not lying? you had a slip of the tongue right? right?"

"yes, of course I do. you're my everything, honey."

his eyes go back to normal and he giggles like he was playing a joke.

"right! you're my dearest husband, you wouldn't be so formal with me!"

"... you're a silly goose, darling."

[cannibalisation]

i literally loved the tattoo artist!sirius fic you wrote it was literally pure gold!!

if you take requests could i request a James Potter x reader where reader works at the record store and he is a regular— some romance after a while of the two exchanging small talk :3 thought that would be cute!

ill just put 🐙anon whenever i make a request

i. flirt

thank you so much for your request! and i’m glad you enjoyed my sirius fic. i might write a second part if it is asked for ♥️ (1.3k)

james potter/gn!reader

caution. flirty (cringy) james, reader is nervously whipped(?), bastard cat, uncreative title, so many music references, i’ve never written for james before as he is to me the most challenging marauder to write for, i hope that i haven’t butchered his character.

i’m new to the marauders fandom and have limited knowledge, sorry for any character inaccuracies.

THREE hours and twenty-five minutes have passed since you first clocked in.

For roughly two of the three hours, you spent stacking shelves with cassette tapes and lining racks with ageing vinyls. It wasn’t a challenging job; you’d prefer it to anything else, but that doesn’t make the work any less tedious.

You’re more than grateful that the manager of Blackbird Records is not a cruel one. He allows any type of music to your liking, and fortunately he hasn’t insisted on a Christmas carol mandate until late November.

Glenn Frey’s smooth croon of lyric sounds out in the store, and you hum along to the words. It’s mostly empty inside; a handful of customers are dotted around, shuffling through the record bins. A young girl with messy copper-coloured pigtails lurks near one of the clearance bins at the end of an aisle; you pretend to not notice as she pockets a lone cassette tape with a sly grin—she has good taste after all.

Angus, the fat ginger cat of the store, sits to your left. He is a favourite among customers, and his picture even rests beneath the “Employee of the Month” plaque. He is lazy, though; he doesn’t even give you a piece of his mind when you attempt to push his sleepy form off the till during busy hours. He likes lying in the sun, so you are kind enough not to bother him right now.

The entrance doorbell chimes, and somehow, without even looking up, you know who just walked through.

James, though he insists you call him Jamie, has been a regular at Blackbird for quite some time now. And for the last few months, he has been trying to convince you to at least go on one date with him.

He’s nice about it, which you’re grateful for; he isn’t pushy or demanding; it’s really just casual flirting. Every time he comes up to the register to purchase his chosen items, he manages to throw in a cheesy pick-up line. On each occasion he does so, you either grimace in embarrassment or your face happens to heat up.

Sometimes he comes into the store with his mates; they laugh at him when the amorous quips clearly don’t woo you.

James clicks his finger in your direction and winks as he struts past you. He looks nice today, in dark denim jeans and a red polo jersey, much too big for his frame.

With a subtle glance, you watch as he flicks through the LPs that sit inside a storage bin. His supple fingers are adorned with silver and gold rings; you can’t help but admire the flex of the veins in his hands as he skims over the albums.

You retreat your gaze quickly as he turns his head in your direction, how humiliating it would be if he had caught you essentially checking him out. From what you knew about him, which was a limited amount of knowledge, as the only time you see him is during your midday shifts, James was a playful type.

Once you had thought that you’d recognised one of his friends sitting at the same table as you during your psychology class, but he wasn’t exactly discernible. He was quiet and kept his head down for most of the class, but that tweed grey and navy sweater he had on (something you think your grandfather would wear) was too familiar.

James moves on to the listening station now, where the staff picks are located. He turns one of the record player dials and shifts a pair of battered headphones atop his mess of curls. You busy yourself with caressing Angus’ patchy fur as James nods his head along to the running track.

The one-eyed cat observes you with an astute gaze, like he knows exactly what you are thinking. You stare back at him, matching his gaze with equal telling—furrowing your brows to intimidate him. Obviously that does not work, and the beast just looks at you as if you were a fool (he’s right).

The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks you out of the staring contest shared with the cat, and you plaster on your customer service facade with grace.

James stands in front of you now, bronze skin gleaming in the sunlight. God, there was truly no reason to disagree with the fact that he was a cut above the rest. His eyes, chestnut in theory but hazel in the sun, eyed you with a playful look.

You stutter out a quick “Hello” and ask, “Did you find everything alright today?” As he places an album onto the counter. The Clash’s Sandinista!—your staff pick. He had listened to your pick of the week and is purchasing it.

He laughs with a small nod and reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, eyes not leaving yours as he does so. You smile politely in return and move to scan his item; your hands are shaking.

Under his gaze, you can’t help but grow self-conscious. He has pretty eyes; there's no denying that, but they are especially heavy on your form today, and you don’t know why. Was the Beatles shirt a no-go for today? You work at a record store; musician-based articles of clothing are practically compulsory.

Despite that, you choose to ignore any building thoughts in your mind and read him the price owed. He complies with a more-than-friendly smile and hands you the exact number of bills. In an amicable—or rather teasing—manner, you bid him farewell.

For a brief moment you think he looks almost dejected, that once again you have rejected his kind-hearted attitude. That idea is quickly erased as James puffs out his chest and clears his throat once more.

“Hey—Do you live on Abbey Road? Because you got me crossing the street just to be near you!”

Oh god.

You see James again on one of your closing shifts. He saddles himself up beside the wall as you finish stacking a shelf with CD albums. His arm rests right in front of your face, and you try not to urge forwards.

“Can I help you?”

“Sure can. You, me, local pub. My mates are in a band and are performing there on Friday, think you’ll like them.” He states, voice like honey. It’s true, you probably would enjoy watching a local band perform, but you doubt you’d even be able to be calm in such a situation. Hours, if anything, spent in an enclosed, stuffy area with James? Your heart would burst right out of your chest.

As he awaits your answer, James grabs onto each CD you place down and flips it around on the shelf. You say nothing as you repeat the action; neither does he. You doubt you’ve ever met someone so annoying, yet beautiful at the same time.

“Come on—I’m dying over here.” He gasps dramatically, dragging his fist across his chest as he jokingly heaves out a final breath before sliding down to the floor. You can’t help but laugh as he does so, removing yourself from the task at hand to peer at him with a small smile. You can already feel the judgmental gaze of Angus before you even speak.

“Fine, fine! I finish at half five on Friday; now will you get up off the floor? It’s grimy.” He quickly does so at that declaration and looks with hopeful eyes. James places his hands on your shoulders and grips them lightly; it leaves you breathless. “Seriously? You’re being honest this time?”.

With a laugh, you grab a hold of his hands from where they rest on your shoulders. “Yes, will you pick me up?”

“Obviously, here, half five.” He lilted before turning away and skipping over to the front door, “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

You hope that you won’t.

authors note. my first request, thank you again and i hope it was to your liking 🫶🏻 please feel free to request anything else! this is my fandom/character list and I’ll practically write anything so long as it inspires me to do so.