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tommymllrr · 10 months

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coffee shop cowboy [ch. 2]

agent whiskey x barista!reader (coffee shop!au)

summary: if you were being honest, you’d had an absolute garbage day. up until the moment he strode through the front door of the cute little café that you worked at in those stupid cowboy boots.

rating: Explicit, 18+ (MINORS DNI)

word count: 6.1k

warnings: cunnilingus, oral sex, blowjob, vaginal fingering, soft!agent whiskey, lot of kisses

notes: here's chapter 2!! reader is afab, but no pronouns or gendered terms are used so it can be read as gender-neutral. also i'm not super active here so find me on twitter if you're interested in seeing me talk about my upcoming fanfics and talk about pedro pascal and oscar isaac. :-)

chapter 1 on tumblr // read fic on ao3

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The months went on and Whiskey showed no sign that he had gotten sick of the coffee shop - or more specifically, you - yet.

Sure, there had been a few times where he’d gone almost a full week without visiting, but he always turned up one day with a smile and a more-than-generous tip. The two of you made light conversation while you worked the register or, during days you were behind the bar making drinks, after he’d gotten his coffee, leaning an arm on the bar so he could talk to you. Your co-workers, especially the ones you were actually friends with, teased you incredibly hard for it, always leaving your cheeks burning in embarrassment. One of the newest hires at the café, a very sweet girl named Angie, had asked during a slow morning shift how you and your boyfriend met. When met with your confusion, she’d simply replied, “That cute cowboy guy I’ve seen you with. He’s your boyfriend, right?” Your entire body was on fire as you told her that no , you were just friends , and then had spent a good five minutes in the walk-in cooler pretending to stock items while you recovered.

You had thought about making a move by asking if he’d like to get coffee from your favorite place that’s just outside of the city (you refuse to be one of those people who comes into their job to order something on their day off), but the one time you’d tried to ask him, he’d looked at you with those big, gorgeous brown eyes of his and you’d chickened out, instead sputtering something about how the weather outside was nice today. You’d called your best friend on Discord that night feeling absolutely miserable and they’d teased you gently, but reassured you it was okay and that the universe had its way of sorting everything out.

You had no idea how right they would be.

It was unusually busy for a random Thursday morning, but you were managing just fine (even if you were dragging a bit because you’d stayed up way too late last night starting to play The Last of Us now that the TV adaptation of it was coming out soon). And, because your luck happens to be absolutely terrible sometimes, a steady line of customers at the register had started in the minutes before Whiskey strolled in. You gave him a small smile and a wave while the customer in front of you finished paying for their coffee and he tipped his hat to you in response. After getting through the few customers ahead of him, Whiskey was in front of your register, grinning down at you. He had already reached into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing to grab his wallet.

“You know what, sugar,” Whiskey said. “I’m feelin’ like a latte today. Can ya make me that one ya always get for me?”

“Yeah, I can do that!” You looked to the people in line behind him and the smile slid off your face. “Actually… I know I always make it, but it’s busier than usual today and I don’t wanna throw off Aubrey by stepping in just to make one drink,” you said apologetically.

“Darlin’, it’s fine. Just promise you’ll be the one to make it for me next time.” He gave you a wink as he handed you a twenty to pay for his latte. Warmth spread through your whole body and you were grinning so big you knew you probably looked like an idiot to the half-dozen people who were behind your favorite customer. Whiskey stuffed the handful of bills you’d given him as his change into the tip-jar and shuffled out of the way. The customer behind Whiskey rattled off a couple of pastries he wanted and, out of the corner of your eye, you could see Whiskey talking to Aubrey at the bar. You don’t know why you suddenly felt anxious, but you did. Aubrey knew all about your crush with Whiskey – hell, she was the person teasing you the most about him – but you trusted her to keep your secret.

You put the two’s interaction out of your mind and went back to focusing on helping the people in front of you. While pouring a cup of coffee for a stern-looking businesswoman, you turned and saw Aubrey finally hand Whiskey his latte. Whiskey was about to walk away but you saw Aubrey lean in and say something, but you couldn’t make it out. He looked down at the cup and you watched as a slow smirk slid onto his face. Whiskey nodded his head toward your co-worker and he made his way out of the coffee shop.

The businesswoman you were pouring the coffee for snapped at you for taking too long and, immediately, you were brought back to what you were doing. You snapped the lid on her drink and apologized profusely while you cashed her out.

A couple hours later, when it had finally died down enough that you weren’t swamped with people, you sauntered over to Aubrey, who was drinking her usual iced vanilla matcha latte and scrolling through Instagram.

“Hey, uh, what was that whole thing with Whiskey earlier?” you asked. Her eyes flicked up from her phone to yours before shooting back down to stare at her screen. You knew her. And right now, she was desperately trying not to look suspicious.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible. “May wanna check your phone though.”

You pulled your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and clicked the button on the side to turn on your screen. A couple notifications from Twitter, a handful of new emails, an alert that your favorite podcast had posted a new episode…

And a text message from an unknown number.

You felt your heart stop as you hurriedly typed in your passcode to unlock your phone. There was no way. You were imagining this. Or today was all just one weird, very realistic dream and your alarm was going to go off any minute now. Opening the Messages app, you clicked on the message.

Today, 10:37AM Hey there sugar ;) Finally got your number.

Your pulse quickened. There was no mistaking whose number that was. There was no way. Unless this was some absolutely insane prank that Aubrey was currently pulling off with the help of your coworkers. But you didn’t think your coworkers were that cruel. So the only thing you were left with was that…

“Aubrey, you fucking did not give him my phone number ,” you hissed. She gave you a shit-eating grin and took a big sip from her matcha latte, slurping it way louder than necessary.

“Wrote your number on his cup. You can thank me later.”

Your eyes widened. “ Aubrey ."

“What?!” she said with mock offense. “Look, I know you’re too embarrassed about your little crush to actually do something yourself. If you get a date out of this, you owe me lunch for a week, bestie.” You groaned and covered your face with your hands. Honestly, with how chaotic Aubrey is, you shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest that this happened. But that doesn’t mean you were prepared for this to happen.

You decided to wait until after work to text Whiskey back, but the rest of your shift had been a blur. Even an inkling of an idea of what to say eluded you, even as you were walking through the door to your apartment. Pulling out your phone, you opened the Messages app and stared down at the two lines Whiskey had sent. You eventually just said “fuck it” and typed out a quick text.

Today, 3:43PM god i am so sorry for aubrey if you dont wanna message its totally cool i mean we barely know each other and my coworker thought it’d funny to give you my number just don't wanna make things weird between us

You flopped back onto your bed and covered your face with your hands for the second time that day, wishing you could sink down into the earth. God, why were you cursed with being so fucking awkward?

Right as you were wishing you could go back in time and say literally anything else to come off as more smooth, your phone pinged with the notification sound of a new text. With slightly shaky hands, you unlocked your phone and stared at the message Whiskey had just sent you.

Today, 3:46PM Darlin, I’ve been wantin’ to get to know you more for a while now. You’re real sweet and funny. Comin’ to get coffee is the highlight of my week.

You stared at your phone, your eyes wide open. Holy shit. Before you even knew what you were doing, you started screaming into your pillow so as to not scare or disturb your neighbors. Your entire body was burning with warmth as you typed out a reply to him.

Today, 3:54PM oh! im really flattered honestly i’ve wanted to talk more too just been too anxious to say anything

You stared at the screen for what felt like forever until you saw the three little dots inside of the bubble that told you Whiskey was in the process of typing something back. Your heart raced with what he could possibly say. Then, your phone pinged with a new message notification. His response was here.

Today, 3:58PM Oh, really now? Well, if you’d be interested, sugar, I’d like to invite you over for dinner. Could show you a good time. ;)

“Oh my god,” you breathed. You hurriedly typed out a response, too excited to speak, your heartbeat and your mind racing.

Today, 4:04PM consider myself very interested! give me a time and date and i’ll be there, cowboy ;)

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You may have taken one or two wrong turns and gotten stuck in traffic along the way, but you finally made it to the address Whiskey had given you.

The date he’d given you to come over for dinner was a few days away from when he had asked you and you couldn’t have been less anxious about it if you tried. Shifts at work seemed to go by even slower than usual and Aubrey could sense something was up when you worked with her the morning after your text conversation. You didn’t dare breathe a word about it to her, though, you didn’t wanna give her a big head about the whole thing. No, she could wait to find out until after your dinner with Whiskey, even though you have her to thank for this whole situation anyway. (Also, you definitely didn’t need her on your ass about buying her lunch for a week yet.)

As you drove down the path that your GPS was telling you to follow, you realized his house must be at the very end of the street he lived on. A few more minutes passed before your phone said you had arrived at your destination. Despite the map saying you should technically be in his front yard, you could barely see Whiskey’s house from behind a massive wrought-iron gate. A little silver box on a pole was sticking out of the side of the road, so you pulled up and pressed the small black button on the device.

“Hey, darlin’, that you?” you suddenly heard Whiskey’s voice ask. The buzzer must have a speaker in it somewhere. His voice was a little crackly, but you still could tell it was definitely Whiskey.

“Yeah! I’m outside the gate,” you called back. A loud buzzing sound came from the box and, suddenly, the large iron gate in front of you opened so you could drive through. Following the long gravel driveway, you finally made it up to Whiskey’s house.

And your breath was instantly taken away the moment you saw it up close.

It was an absolutely gorgeous ranch-style home, one that you definitely would have seen on one of those TV shows about people showing off their fancy houses and the thousands of dollars they had poured into making their house look as fancy as possible to impress other fancy people. Whiskey’s car, a gorgeous classic Bronco that was black with white trim, was parked just up the driveway, so you pulled in a few feet behind him. Right as you were getting out of your car, you heard the front door open.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he called out. He was leaning up against the doorframe, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a wide grin on his face. He was wearing his usual blue jeans and cowboy boots, but he had swapped his usual leather jacket for one that was made from dark blue denim and had a bit of a high collar. “Glad you found the place okay. Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“I got a bit turned around a few times but I made it. Did have some reservations about you leading me out to the middle of nowhere, though,” you teased. Whiskey let out a chuckle as you approached him.

“Sugar, this is probably one of the safest places you could ever be,” he said with a smirk. “But I’m delighted that you’re here.” You felt yourself start blushing as Whiskey stepped aside to let you in. He closed the door behind you and, as you took in the living room around you, Whiskey fiddled with a security system panel on his wall.

The interior of the house was exactly what you had expected from Whiskey, if you were being honest. Brown leather couches and armchairs were circled around a massive stone fireplace in the living room. A large wooden coffee table, one that looked like it could have been handmade, was in the center of the room and on top of a Western-looking rug. The walls were also covered with paintings, one of a river in a forest with a mountain range in the background and one that you immediately recognized as the exterior of the Statesman Distillery. You could also catch a whiff of the delicious smell of roasting meat somewhere towards the back of the house.

Whiskey muttered something about needing to check something and walked off, leaving you by yourself. You were a little hesitant at first, not wanting to look creepy or trying to pry, but you couldn’t help but look around.

As you looked around to take everything in, your eyes landed on a wall-mounted glass display case.

Inside was what looked to be a whip with a loop at the end that had been tied to make a noose. When you stepped a bit closer to inspect it, you could have sworn you saw a flash of blue light somehow. You were staring at it when Whiskey cleared his throat behind you. You whipped around to face the older man and you instinctively took a couple steps backward as if you’d somehow been caught red-handed.

“That ol’ thing caught yer eye, sugar?” Whiskey said. His voice was quieter than usual, softer. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and came over to where you were standing. And all you could do was just look at his face. He had this look that you couldn’t quite decipher what it was supposed to mean as he stared at the whip. But if his stare was a laser, he would have cut through the glass and the wall behind it by now with how intently he was looking ahead of him.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why the hell do you have a whip in a display case? Not that you can’t do what you’d like with your design choice, but it’s… certainly interesting.” You tried to sound light-hearted, attempting to diffuse this situation you didn’t know you had entered into, but Whiskey sighed deeply.

“Don’t even know why I put this up. Hate looking at it most days,” he muttered. Suddenly, his head snapped to look at you, as if realizing he’d just said that out loud. He spun on his heel and walked back toward the kitchen. “Well, dinner’s almost ready, so you can head on in here. Got everythin’ all set up for tonight.”

You watched him turn the corner and head down the hall, frozen in place until you realized you should follow him. You quickly followed after him and you were suddenly in the biggest kitchen you’d ever been inside of. There was a giant kitchen island in the middle of the room with a built-in sink and a dark marble countertop. You could see two steaks cooking in an iron skillet on the stove to your left and Whiskey was in the process of pulling what looked to be some roasted vegetables in a pan out of the oven.

“Everything smells amazing, Whiskey,” you complimented as you took a seat on one of the barstools that was at the kitchen island. “Didn’t realize you were hiding a knack for cooking from me.”

Whiskey let out a loud laugh. “Oh, darlin’, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I can’t cook worth a lick,” he replied. “Favorite steakhouse on the other side of the county helped me out. The owner’s real friendly and was willin’ to sell me a steak dinner for two that I could finish in my own kitchen. Will have to take you there sometime.” He tossed a wink your way while he fiddled with the stove and you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

After a few more minutes, Whiskey announced the food was ready and he escorted you into the dining room where a table big enough for the two of you to sit at and intimately enjoy dinner was set up. The meal Whiskey had got for the two of you was absolutely delicious and your mouth was already watering at the prospect of being able to eat it again, but this time in the actual restaurant itself. The two of you talked about your day at work and Whiskey even told you a couple stories from his days as a bartender. He had you laughing so hard your sides hurt at the time he had a guy who tried to pay for his tab with his prized chicken.

Whiskey brought out a plate that contained a massive slice of triple chocolate cake for dessert and, despite you insisting you couldn’t eat another bite, you dug your fork into the giant confection and almost moaned at how rich and amazing it tasted. About halfway through the cake slice, you leaned back in your chair to look Whiskey in his eyes.

“Whiskey, this was incredible, thank you so much for having me over,” you said with a smile. The older man smiled back and gently reached out to hold your hand in his. He hesitated for a second, as if he was worried that you didn’t want the touch, but when you scooted your hand a little closer, he laced his fingers with yours. It was the first time he’d touched you all evening and it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild.

“Real glad you decided to take a chance on an old guy like me,” he replied. “I… I’d been wanting to ask you out for a while now. Was worried how it’d look, what you’d think of me.”

You squeezed his hand gently, feeling emboldened by his confession. “I, uh, actually thought about asking you to come to my favorite coffee shop with me. The place I go to when I want coffee on my days off,” you said bashfully. “But I… I chickened out at the last minute.”

“Darlin’, I’d go anywhere you asked me to,” Whiskey stated. “Say the word and I’m there.” If you weren’t currently holding hands with him, you felt like you might collapse right then and there. He would have taken you out with his words alone.

“O-Oh.” That was all you managed to get out. You were sure he could see how hard you were blushing. Whiskey let go of your hand and made his way into the kitchen with your plates from dinner. You stood and followed after him.

You watched as Whiskey set the plates in the sink before he turned back to you and walked over to where you were standing in the middle of his kitchen. His large hands settled on your hips, making your heart beat faster. Whiskey’s lips connected with yours in a passionate kiss.

The scratch of the stubble of his chin felt rough against your skin, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. After months, you were finally kissing the man you’d been pining after for so long. Whiskey let out a soft noise as your hands came to rest on his chest, bunching the fabric of his jean jacket in your hands.

“God, baby, you’re incredible, so gorgeous,” Whiskey groaned after pulling back from your kiss. When his mouth returned to yours, his tongue licked into your mouth and it felt so good, it was threatening to make your head spin. In between kisses that had you desperately needing more as soon as possible, he started to guide you towards the back of his house. Whiskey opened a door and you both entered the main bedroom of the property. It was a massive room with an extra-large bed and a door off to the side that was open just wide enough for you to see that it was the primary bathroom.

The older man pulled back from your intense make-out session to look at you. His large hands were settled on your waist, rubbing the material of your shirt softly. “Please, sugar, tell me you want this as much as I do,” Whiskey said through slightly-grit teeth. “You’ve been runnin’ ‘round my head for weeks an’... I’ve been a patient man, but you bein’ here in my house is doin’ somethin’ wicked to me.”

“I do, I really do, Whiskey,” you replied with a grin. “I want you.” You leaned in to kiss him again, but his eyes drifted downward as he opened his mouth and it made you stop your advance.

“It’s… It’s Jack,” he muttered, turning his face away, suddenly interested in the carpet floor of his bedroom. It took you a couple seconds for your brain to process what he said. You gently cupped his face in your palms, the stubble on his jaw tickling your skin, but the touch made him look back at you. You met his eyes and you could see a little anxiousness hidden behind them.

“Jack…” you repeated. A wide grin broke out on your face as you breathed out his name again. “Jack.” His name fell from your lips and the man in front of you immediately softened. You watched the nervous expression, the tension of letting you know his name, not the moniker he was given during his time with Statesman, bleed out of his body.

You pressed a kiss to his lips before you pulled back to look up at him. “Jack. Want you to fuck me. Been dreaming about it for so long now… Please .”

As if you’d flipped a switch inside of him, Whiskey – no, Jack – picked you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. You let out a little squeak before you were gently laid down onto the bed and now, Jack was on top of you, kissing you like his life depended on it. He licked into your mouth again and you moaned against him. Jack’s hips grinded down against your clothed core. God, you could feel he was rock-hard under his jeans and you were dying to rip them off of him. You’d thought about this situation before, sure, but nothing from your wet dreams and fantasies could compare to how hot it was to actually be in the moment.

Suddenly, Jack was pulling away from you and stripping off his clothes, you following suit and pulling off your outfit only to toss it all across the room. You were a little self-conscious about his response to seeing you naked, but watching his eyes grow wider and his cock twitch the smallest bit made you feel invincible.

“Absolutely breath-taking, darlin’,” he murmured. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your chest. “Scoot up the bed more fer me, baby, wanna eat you like you’re the last meal I’ll ever have.” You burned at his words and you could only nod dumbly and pull yourself back toward the headboard. After getting settled, Jack pressed soft kisses up your thighs until he had reached where you both wanted him to be the most. He started off with teasing licks that made you feel like you were going to explode right then and there. His tongue gently flicked over your clit and you responded by fisting your hands tightly in the bedsheets, eyes squeezed shut as soft noises fell from your lips that you couldn’t back any longer

“Please, Jack,” you whined. “More. I need more.” You weren’t a stranger to sex, but the very limited encounters with your past partners were currently being blown out of the water. No one had ever made you feel like this before, so close to cumming in practically a minute flat.

“As you wish, sugar,” you heard him say with a chuckle. A kiss was pressed to the skin of your thigh before, true to his word, Jack ate you like a man starved. He licked long stripes up your pussy before digging into your clit with his mouth and his tongue that had you seeing stars. You looked down at Jack and you swore you got closer to orgasm just by seeing how his eyes were closed and his big hands were pushing your legs further apart so you couldn’t clamp down on his head.

“F-Fuck, gonna cum, fucking Christ,” you moaned loudly, head tilting up to the ceiling. You felt one of his hands disappear from its spot on your leg and then you felt a thick finger slip inside of you. The whine you let out was long and high-pitched and the instant a second finger was inserted to curl and prod at your g-spot, you came, cursing loudly and crying his name.

Before your brain could even think of something to say or a way to articulate how amazing that was, Whiskey was kissing you again. The taste of yourself on your lips was so incredibly hot.

“Never tasted anything so good in my life, sweet thing,” Jack said. He leaned down to lap at one of your nipples as he tweaked the other gently in between his fingers, making the stiff bud harden even more than it already was, and all you could do was lay there and whine Jack's name at the attention. You really thought he was trying to kill you with how much worship he was giving your body. He pulled off of you to press a kiss to where your heart would be before he looked back into your eyes.

“Now, gorgeous, we can go as far as you feel comfortable,” he said. “If you don’ wanna do anything else tonight, that’s okay with me. Ya can get me off or I can go take care of myself if you’d like, I just wanted to make you feel good.” You felt the butterflies in your stomach kick into overdrive again. Honestly, you really wanted Jack to fuck you, but you were still somewhat reeling from how hard he’d just made you cum with only his mouth and his fingers (that and you were more than a bit anxious about going all the way with him yet). But there was one thing you’d fantasized about several times…

“I… Ireallywannasuckyourdick,” you spat out. After saying it, you covered your face with your hands. You couldn’t believe you’d just said that. You heard Jack chuckle before you felt him gently take your hands and move them away from your face.

“Baby, I’d love nothin’ more,” he assured you. He leaned back and bared himself to you. For a moment, you could only stare at his cock and try not to drool at how hot he looked like this. His cock was hard and curled up toward his stomach with pre-come was spilling out of it slowly, dripping onto his torso. You settled yourself between his legs and licked an exploratory stripe up the vein running down his cock. Jack let out a loud groan and it only egged you on further. You took the tip into his mouth and lapped at the beads of pre-come that had spilled out. The salty taste of him was heavenly and, despite your earlier assumption that you might not be able to cum again soon, you felt ready to go all over again.

When you finally bobbed your head down, you thought Jack couldn’t moan any louder. You managed to fit all of him inside of your warm, wet mouth, the curly brown hairs at the base of his cock tickling you a little. You stayed down for a couple more seconds before it got to be too much and you had to pull off to cough slightly.

“Fuck, sugar, look so good with your mouth so full of my cock like that,” he groaned. Jack threaded his fingers in your hair and gently nudged you back toward his cock. “Gonna burn that image into my brain.” His words had you needing to reach down to gently touch yourself and you did so as you started to move your mouth up and down his cock again.

“S-Shit,” Jack hissed. You set a steady pace, fast enough to keep up with your need to finger yourself while you sucked Jack off, and it felt like all too soon, Whiskey was tugging on your hair just enough to make your body tingle in pleasure. “G-Gonna cum, sweet thing, make sure you take it all, so wonderful, that’s it, my good darlin’ .”

And that was all it took. His praise was what sent you over the edge.

You found yourself clenching around nothing as your finger frantically rubbed circles on your clit, humming around Jack’s cock as you came. Jack pushed your mouth down the smallest bit to fully sheath himself in your mouth and then you felt the hot burst of cum splash onto your tongue and down your throat. His fingers released their grip on your hair and you pulled off, swallowing as you did so. Jack gave you a wicked smirk at seeing you swallow his cum, but in an instant, he was cupping your face in his hands and making you look at him.

“I am so sorry I forced your head down like that, sugar,” he apologized. “Did I hurt you? I-I didn’t mean to, I swear, it’s just…” You cut him off before he could say anything else.

“It’s alright, Jack, I enjoyed it,” you replied. Your voice was the slightest bit hoarse, but you couldn’t care less. That was the single hottest thing you’d ever experienced in your life.

Whiskey gave you a kiss to your forehead before he got up off the bed, stretching a little as he did so, and walked into the bathroom. You let out a deep, contented sigh as you flopped down and buried your face into the soft pillow behind you. You felt like if you tried to get out of bed at the moment, you couldn’t. Your entire body felt exhausted, well-fucked, still drunk off of Whiskey’s cock that had been in your mouth mere minutes ago.

“Sweetheart, c’mon, move a li’l bit fer me,” he muttered. His Southern accent seemed even more pronounced than usual, which you thought was cute. “Gotta clean you up. Make sure my sugar’s taken care of.” You shifted from your current position to make it easier for Whiskey to wipe you down. The warm washcloth felt nice on your skin, getting the stickiness of your sweat off of you. Whiskey also pressed the cloth between your legs for a brief second and you felt your body get a small burst of warmth. Honestly, you were so worn out, you didn’t think you could be ready for another round if you tried, but that didn’t stop your body from trying.

Whiskey sat the washcloth down on the nightstand next to the bed and laid down, tugging you into his arms gently. You snuggled into him and you felt like you could fall asleep just like this. However, you did have one question for him.

“So… your name is Jack?” you asked after a few minutes of silence into the skin of his broad chest. Whiskey pulled his head back from where it had nestled on the top of your head to look at you with a smirk on his face.

“Would ya believe me if I told you my name was Jack Daniels?” he shot back. A loud laugh bubbled out of your lips.

“Absolutely not ,” you laughed. Whiskey shared a laugh with you before he leaned in and gave you a long kiss to your lips. Your hand drifted up the soft skin of his back – the soft skin you had probably just scratched up even with your blunt fingernails – and threaded in the hair on the nape of his neck. Kissing Whiskey in this moment was tender and affectionate and you would give anything to stay like this forever. Curled up in his arms, you felt like you could take on anything.

“Well, it’s not the name I was given when I was born,” he started after he pulled back. His voice was low now, like he was sharing a secret. “Changed my name to it when I was a younger man. So, legally speaking, I’m Jack Daniels.” You blinked at him a couple of times.

“You changed your name?” you questioned. “How come?” Your fingers were still running through the hair on the back of his neck and at the question, you felt him tense up a little. Worried, you’d pried too much – despite currently being naked in his bed – you started to do damage control. Your fingers stilled and tightened, probably almost tugging at his hair. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Before you could babble anything else, Jack pressed another kiss to your lips but it was short and chaste. It had you melting all over again. “Darlin’, it’s alright,” he soothed. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Gonna tell you everything one day. All ‘bout my past. You’re real special to me an’ you deserve to hear it from me before someone from back then finds out about you an’ tries to tell you.” His hot breath ghosted across your skin as he spoke to you, making your body shiver.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant, however. But you realized very quickly into your friendship that Whiskey never really spoke about his life, preferring to change topics over actually giving you an answer to something. You had a couple snippets of comments he’d let slip while in conversation at the café, but it wasn’t much. He’d mentioned that he used to work for Statesman Distillery (then again, his belt buckle had practically given that away the day you met), still had connections to them now that he was “retired”, and occasionally did work for them. He’d also mentioned once that, at one point, he was married a long time ago but he was divorced (you’ll never forget the way he looked incredibly uncomfortable when you’d asked about it before you changed the subject, something Whiskey had been thankful for). Sure, you knew about his hobbies and his favorite movie and other things of that nature, but other than that, Whiskey was a closed book.

Suddenly, you realized you’d been off in your own head thinking instead of saying anything back. Your eyes finally focused back on Jack and you could see that he looked ready to bolt at any second. Instead of prodding for more, you kissed the tip of his nose. “Hey, it’s okay,” you reassured him. “You can tell me more about you when you’re ready. It makes me worry about you, sure, but I still trust you.”

Whiskey gave you a soft smile and his grip around you got tighter. You looked up at him just in time to see his eyes slide shut and his breathing turn steady. You weren’t sure where this left your relationship with Whiskey, but you figured you two would talk about that in the morning. For now, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the scent and the touch of your cowboy.

#agent whiskey #whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #nesswrites.doc #jack whiskey daniels x reader #jack whiskey daniels x you

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wandersoul8 · 1 month

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Hey Everyone, I apologise for being so absent on here, with both the lack of Fanart and activity- My Bachelor of Animation Course is super busy and I’ve been putting all my focus and work into doing the best possible job in this course.

I’m busy working on a mini DM-664 inner monologue Comic, though I’m not sure when I’ll have it completed but I am working on it! With university being the top priority it might be a while away✨

Unfortunately I don’t have much else to share other then some 3tsy related stuff-

I have self funded and created some special DM-664 p!ns to celebrate my 21st birthday on April 10 which are up for pre-order at the moment!

I’m also working on a Chaggie collaboration p!n with @lucedragondesign on Instagram too which is available on their Sh0p!

Anyways! Thanks for reading and I hope to post more proper art soon! 💙💙

#wandersoul8 #wander’s art #wanders art #doctor who oc #doctorwhooc #doctor who #hazbin hotel #dm-664 #kaled #doctorwho #Dalek hybrid #Skaro #Kaled Dalek hybrid oc #hazbin hotel etsy #Chaggie #blog update #tumblr blog update #wandersouls creations #LuceDragonDesign

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random4townheadcanons · 1 year

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4TOWN MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD!! BE WARNED

Ok so I read the manga the day it came out…here are my thoughts

- ok I loved it overall but there were some things that, in my head, I chose to say “nope that’s not canon” lmfao.

- For example:

- I hc that Robaire is the only member that’s Canadian, I feel like the movie made that distinction but maybe that’s just me.

- I also didn’t agree with Robaire and Z being childhood friends, I like to think that all of the members met for the first time when the band formed.

- I hc that Robaire, T, and Z are all the same age and that T is older than Z so when I saw the ages I was like “NOPE”.

- I also still hc that Jesse is 26. 28 feels too old to me and Domee Shi kind of confirmed him to be 26

- It was kind of crazy to see that Robaire and Jesse’s zodiac signs in the manga are the same as my hc versions tho.

- I was also a bit bummed that we didn’t get to see T interact with the other members that much.

- I was expecting to see at least SOME of T and Z’s dynamic but oh well.

- I also kind of wish that we could’ve gotten to see a less hyper side of T.

- With that said, I am SUPER grateful that we got this manga and I enjoyed it a lot. I’m so excited to see what will come next.

- Here were some of my favorite aspects:

- Loved getting to see more of each of the members’ individual personalities.

- They were all so good, even though I do think T has a more witty, relaxed sense of humor.

- I loved Z’s personality the most.

- I feel like he was exactly like my hc version.

- The part where he cries when Robaire is talking to him. I was like “yup”.

- Also loved seeing Jesse and Tae’s dynamic.

- It was all around really good

I feel like there could be more 4town manga installments in the future, especially because it only just scratched the surface, but I think more 4town content is coming for sure, I’m especially excited to see what the “my first recurring VO dub with Disney+ (coming soon)” that Grayson posted about a few months ago.

Anyway what were your thoughts on the manga? I’d love to hear them!

And as always, keep sending headcanon requests!! I’ve been busy but I’m going to become more active again on tumblr.

#4town #4*town #4 town #4town manga #4town headcanons #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron t #4town aaron z

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yookikiku · 1 year

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2023 happy new years greeting and updates on life!

hey guys! it’s me YOOKI!! (tumblr blog winter-cakes before)

i know it’s been a long time since i’ve been active on this site! (i mostly just upload art and run away now daofihdo)

thank you so so much to everyone who has continued following this blog despite my inactiveness…! so i thought you all deserve an update

first of all...

i read every one of your comments and love every heartful ask i get, so thank you SO much for all the love and support!

things that have changed recently:

changed my blog name from “winter-cakes” → “yookikiku”

i’m more active on twitter and instagram now (links below so feel free to follow!)

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moved from malaysia → japan (has been here for 8 years)

↑ reason why i haven’t been joining comic fiesta, and instead actively joining Comic Market

still making merch and art books! My stuff are available internationally via Melonbooks (though they’re all in japanese)

started working as an illustrator at an advertisement company full time (one of the reasons for being busy)

getting married soon (WOW)

this update is super wild to me because i started this blog when i was 13? so almost all of my art progress happened right here in this blog so i’m super grateful to everyone who watched me grow through the years! i’ll probably keep drawing forever so please expect more from me!

not an update but...

small blabble on how life has been in japan

since i’ve been living here in japan for 8 years, i mostly dont use english and chinese anymore so my english is like “dies”

and i feel like the slangs im using are starting to get older and older adoifhado

life has been good to me though

goals this year

my life goal is to become a freelance illustrator and earn enough money to support my new lifestyle

so this year I’m going to try snag myself illustration work! also i’m thinking of fixing my blog tags and renewing this blog!

in other words, i’m going to aim to become a more professional artist this year!

so i would appreciate all the support i can get!

that is all!

this became a long post but thank you to everyone who read through

i hope everyone here has a great 2023!

今年もよろしくお願いします！！

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princessbrunette · 29 days

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sorry i haven’t been active !! i’ve had to focus on my personal life for a hot minute 😊

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that’s okay !! i’m sorry i also haven’t been too active or writing as much lately !! i’ve been super busy but don’t give up on me !!! more coming soon 🎀

#🏄‍♀️ anon #chatting ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡₊˚

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robntunney · 11 months

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I’ve been home for almost 24 hours now and I still can’t believe everything that happened this weekend....

In February, I had promised myself for my 30th birthday this year, I would do one thing just for me. No questions asked. No wondering if it was too expensive. No second guessing myself. No fear holding me back.

Flash forward to about a month ago, Robin was confirmed as a guest at the June Spookala convention in Ocala, Florida. I knew that this was the thing I was gonna do. As soon as I saw it, I knew. Like a light switch was instantly flipped in my brain.

I’m going to put all of the details under the cut because I don’t want to fill up your dash with a super long post BUT I will say she is even more sweet than you would think. The time she takes with every group, talking to them, listening to them, making them feel comfortable is just so heart warming. I saw it at the auto table and in the pro picture booth. It was just genuine care.

To say that my heart is full after this weekend would be an understatement.

OK so these are all the details, that even to me have a major plot twist ending (I mean I’m still not sure it actually happened)

FRIDAY: I had made a poster myself to get signed because you guys know I can be a lil extra :) Plus I just felt like for me it would be more special. It is a watercolor collage of a good portion of her works. This was a horror con so most people are here to see her because of the craft (great movie) but I think as soon as she saw the poster, she might of realized I was here as a fan of her/her work over all as opposed to a fan of her in that specific movie. She loved it and asked if she could take a picture of it, which was fine with me. As she was signing, I was going back in forth in my head whether or not to show her my tattoo. But I quickly realized that I would be going against the true meaning behind it if I didn’t say anything. So I explained it to her (tattoo here & inspo here) and she told me she loved it and that it was so sweet and asked if she could take a picture of that too, which again, no problem here. I also did my pro photo on Friday which comes with a long story of it’s own but I’m gonna keep that one private (if we’re moots and you wanna know just message me!)

SATURDAY: This was a very busy day so I was just wondering looking at all the amazing vendors the show had (I bought so many stickers and a few pins). I did this a bit all days but couldn’t do it for long because all I wanted to do was buy all the things!!! I also did a little local exploring.

SUNDAY: I decided to hold off and get the jersey dress replica signed (partly because I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to do it) but I decided that I wanted to do it. My plan from the beginning was that I would get it signed and framed to auction off for charity. It is not beyond me that me even having the opportunity to do this is a privilege that not everyone has, so this was the best way I knew how to honor that and give back. When I got there, she remembered me (ngl that threw me) and we just started talking again and we started talking about edits, since now she had signed 2 things that I made. I told her about tumblr and @tmsource and how there are still a lot of the mentalist fans out there that are active now on many platforms. She said how talented we all are, everyone who makes edits, because she does see them. And she does like them! I told her my plans for the jersey dress and if she just wanted to shout out a charity on insta, I would see it at some point and make sure all proceeds of the jersey go to that charity. There was some more talking that I’m gonna keep for me but at the end she got up and said I have to give you a hug, which was so sweet :)

Here comes the twist..... Sunday night after I got myself all packed up since I was hitting Magic Kingdom in the morning before my flight and needed to get on the road early, I decided to do the insta post. You know to mark the end of the weekend. I tagged her in it because of course I thought she might see it, and see that I was very grateful for her time this weekend. I’ve had a not so great relationship with instagram in the past so after a full year of not having it on my phone except for a few times where I literally downloaded it, made a post and deleted it again, I hadn’t been using it. Just a few months ago had I decided to leave it on my phone, but I kept notifications off. After a few min, I get a text from a friend that just said omg britt. Of course I was confused, and was just like ??? They said look at instagram. She had liked and commented on my post. Of course I was shocked because even though when you tag someone you hope they see it, you know that it’s not a high probability of it actually happening. I replied and thanked her again for her time this weekend, and dropped a lil reminder about the charity recommendation for the jersey. (bonus fact, I almost deleted the comment when I tried to pin it, not a good time for me) I just kept thinking about how sweet it was that she was interacting with people who had been at the con after giving 3 whole days to everyone. Got on twitter, freaked out it a lil, then went back to insta to close the app out and I had more notifications. AND THIS IS WHAT I SAW......

I still don’t have words if I’m being honest. (context for the comment is in the last video on the post) I’m just still so grateful for this whole weekend. I’m grateful for my friends that helped me through it even if they were miles and miles away. I’m grateful for the privilege to even be able to do something like this. I’m grateful for Robin’s generosity. Just so grateful.

If you’ve made it this far, I love you. You’re a real one :)

#robin tunney #britt.txt #spookala #tumblr girlies unite

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noodlescc · 2 years

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Goodbye?

So this post is WAAAAAAY overdue but I felt like it was time to say something here... I’ve mentioned it on my main blog but I know not everyone who follows this is following that one.

Long story short, I’m probably never going to post here again. I don’t want to say _never _because who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind, but for over a year now I have had no desire to work on CC or even mess with anything related to it. I’ve become extremely burnt out, and I’ve even reached the point where I’m fed up enough to probably stop playing TS4.

I’ll go into more detail under the cut, but totally I understand if that doesn’t interest you. So just know that I appreciate all the love and support I’ve gotten over the years. This was an amazing era in my life and I’ll always look back on it fondly. I’ve made a lot of great friends through this process and it’s been so surreal at times. You’re all wonderful, and I wish I could continue, but I just can’t. Feel free to share/make edits to my CC as you wish.

So I guess these are my main reasons:

Burnout: It hit me HARD: At my peak I was struggling to find a job and so I had a lot of time to dedicate to recoloring. I would jump on recoloring for packs the second S4S got updated. But now I can’t even bring myself to recolor or edit anything. I was actually in a really bad place mentally at my “peak” on this blog, and my life is so different now. I’m in therapy, I’m taking meds, and I’m feeling really good. And I’m just so busy with other things, the last thing I feel like doing after work/when I have free time is to work on CC.

TS4 is Super Broken: It becomes really frustrating when every new patch EA comes out with means that people have to come to your inbox to let you know that your stuff is broken. I don’t make mods, so I always foolishly assumed my stuff wouldn’t break. But then it did. And again. And again. And AGAIN. I can’t be active enough to stay on top of it anymore. And a lot of the time I straight up don’t know WHY my stuff doesn’t work, so I don’t know how to even approach fixing it. Then there’s the issue of having to post the update, hope people see it, and try to find a way to lead people who stumble across my blog from a youtube video or blog post that’s several years old to the most up-to-date version. Its too confusing for them and for me and I kind of hate having more than one post for the same item.

I just don’t have the time anymore: I work a 40+ hour work week now, and then try to juggle my social life, chores at home, taking care of myself, and my hobbies. I barely play TS4 or get on my computer much anymore (my work is all computer based so sometimes I just want to do anything else when I get home). Its too the point that every time I’ve tried to play the game I have to update. I can’t keep up with all the changes the game is making, and I don’t even keep track of when packs come out anymore. PLUS I’m starting school again at the end of next month, and I’m still going to be working at my current job so I’m hardly going to have any free time coming up soon.

I am giving up on TS4: this is mixed with #2. The game isn’t really fun. I lasted as long as I did because I wasn’t playing, I was making CC and staging story posts. I don’t have the time to really do either of those, but I can make some time to try and play for fun. But it’s not fun. And there seems to be game breaking bugs every other week now, and while the packs seem promising, they are riddled with bugs of their own. Not to mention the laundry list of things the team has promised they would go back and fix and just haven’t, and probably never will because they have to pump out 20 new kits before the end of the year. I’ve spent more money than I’d like to admit on this game, and I don’t even find it fun to play anymore. I made the mistake of getting back into TS3 and realizing that I actually enjoy that game, which just made it so clear to me how much I don’t enjoy TS4. So I’m saying goodbye to it. I’ve complained for long enough that it’s time to really do something about it. And this is that thing.

So I think that’s it. I’m really sorry if you liked my CC and hoped I would continue. I hate letting people down. But I can’t force myself to do this anymore. I had a good run, and it was made so special by every one of you. You have no idea how much your support has helped me out through some really low times. But all good things must come to an end sometime, and I think it’s long overdue. You can still catch me at @tainoodles if you want to chat. But I am no longer working on CC. Thanks again for everything ♥

#text post #its long sorry

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moody4world · 1 year

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Got my twin with me like the parent trap (pt.3)

A/N: Guys i am so sorry for how long it took me to post part 3, life be getting busy😔 but i hope you guys enjoy this part since Urb and Jack are finally in it!!

Part 2

Meanwhile Hayden was bombarding you with questions in London, Andre had just landed in Louisville. As soon as he stepped off of the somewhat private airplane he was met with the man he has been carrying a picture of, since he was a little boy. Urban Wyatt, his dad. Andre was over the moon but of course he couldn’t show this. “Stay calm, stay calm.” He coached himself while controlling his excitement as best as he could.

Urban was happy to see his boy back from camp after so many weeks, he couldn’t wait to catch up on what they did during their time apart. “Come here kiddo.” Urban shouted and Andre hurriedly walked to Urban and they immediately hugged each other tightly.

“Oh everyone’s great bud, we all missed having you around.” Urban wrapped his arm around his sons shoulder and semi hugging him once more. “Come on Hayden let’s go home.”

On their way home Andre couldn’t help but look outside the windows in amazement. This was definitely a very different scene to what he was used to back in London. “Oh and by the way thanks a lot for those digital photos of your camp activities, i’m really glad i bought you that new camera you just had to have.” Andre knew Urban was being sarcastic, Hayden hadn’t sent any photos because of how busy they were perfecting their master plan. Andre couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. “Oh we meant to send photos dad-“ “We?” Urban interrupted.

Oops, silly Andre. “Oh me and my friend. I met this guy at camp and we got along super well.” ”Well thats great Hayd.” “Yeah, practically like brothers. He was a wonderful guy.” Once again, Urban’s eyebrows furrowed. “Wonderful guy? All of a sudden you’re so proper?” he said jokingly. They both simply laughed a little and proceeded with their conversation. “I see you’re still biting your pinky nails.” “You noticed?” Andre asked him. “Noticed? you’ve been biting them ever since you could chew Hayd.” “But i’ve decided to stop now dad. It’s a horrid habit.” Andre said in a somewhat serious tone. “Wonderful guy, horrid habit…did I send you to some boarding school instead of summer camp?!” Once again they both simply laughed. “And why do you keep saying dad at the end of every sentence?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was doing it…dad.” “Do you want to know why I keep saying dad? The truth?” “It’s cause you missed your old man so much right?” Urban said with a confident grin on his face. He was focusing on the road but also turning to look at his son throughout their entire conversation, he really did miss his boy. “Exactly, it’s because in my whole life, I mean you know for the past few weeks that I was gone of course. I was never able to say the word dad. Never, not once.” Urban listened attentively while paying attention to the road.

“And if you ask me, I mean a dad is an irreplaceable person in a guy’s life. Think about it, there’s a whole day devoted to celebrating fathers! Just imagine someone’s life without a father. Never buying a father’s day card, never doing an activity you both enjoy together, never being able to say hey dad! or what’s up dad! or catch you later dad! and aren’t a baby’s first words like ‘dada’?”

Urban was processing everything his son just said. “Let me get this, you missed being able to call me dad?” “Yeah, i really have dad.”

Urb had no idea what had gotten into Hayden but he’s happy to have such an amazing bond with his son because it’s something he’s always wanted and valued. Andre noticed the welcome sign as they approached the entrance gate. “Oh my god oh my god.” “See, now you’re acting like yourself again.”

As soon as they arrived and stepped out of the car, Jack came running out to greet his nephew. He had also missed him a lot during the weeks that he was away at camp and he made sure to show it.

“Yooooo Haydeeeeen welcome back home big man. Look at you!” He gave Andre a big hug and dapped him up. “You cut your hair or did you get taller?” Jack asked him. “Maybe both?” “You hungry? I just ordered some pizza from Za’s.” Before Andre could give Jack an answer Urban was already right next to them with Andre’s bags in hand, ready to go eat some pizza. “Hey, did I hear something about pizza from Za’s?” “Yeah it’s on the countertop, come on.”

Urban went to put the bags in the bedroom while Andre and Jack were catching up. “Something’s changed about you big man. I can’t put my finger on it but something about you has definitely changed.” “Well it’s just the same old me. Honest.” Andre said while crossing his fingers behind his back. Jack was about to ask him something again but he was interrupted by a phone call. Andre took the opportunity to go inside and look around the living room and he couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful home. All he could think about was how it all looked even more beautiful than in the pictures.

Just a few seconds later Jack walked back in after finishing his phone call. “Okay big man what do you wanna do first? we could eat and then unpack or we could unpack and then eat or we could also eat while we unpack.” “You mean I can eat in my room?” Andre asked him. The question was quite suspicious yet Jack simply ignored it and replied with his arms crossed “Yeah it’s definitely a possibility.”

“Hey Hayds, when you’re done come on down there’s someone I want you to meet.” Urban said with a giant cheese slice of pizza in his hand. “Okay dad!” “Okay Hayds.” As he stepped outside, Andre noticed a lady with long straight black hair sitting at the small table on the balcony. He could hear her whisper “Did you tell him yet?” while she rested her hands on Urban’s thighs as he was sitting on the table right in front of her now. He answered the question with a simple “No.”

Andre turned to Jack confused and asked “Tell me what?”

They decided to go ahead and unpack. “Now Hayden it’s none of my business who your dad decides to be with, he’s a grown man and he can do what he wants.” Jack said as he unzipped the heavy handbag. “Okay okay but like…who is she?” Andre couldn’t help but be curious. The only reason him and Hayden switched, apart from meeting their other parents was to reunite them. And it was going to be very hard with a Vanessa Hudgens lookalike in the way.

Jack sighed and turned to Andre. “Her name is Stephanie Walsh or something like that. They met at some party but I don’t really like the vibes she gives off. Don’t tell your dad I said that though.” “What do you mean?” Andre asked while he was looking out of his bedroom window into the giant backyard. They could hear Stephanie’s loud obnoxious laugh from all the way in the room. “I mean we both know your dad is an attractive man but he’s not the nine to five CEO type so I do have to ask myself, what is a woman like her, who does a lot of financial work and bank stuff doing with a guy like him? Makes me think there’s something else going on.”

As Jack was listing his reasons to not trust Stephanie, Andre was using his camera that Urban himself gifted him to zoom in on what was going on outside. Stephanie and Urban were holding hands as they strolled through the backyard, occasionally stopping to kiss each other. Andre was told his dad was quite funny but he wasn’t convinced that he was funny enough for Stephanie to be giggling that loudly. “So then I realized that this girl used to hang out with some producers i’ve seen around or people who are associated with other big artists.” “You mean, you don’t think she really likes him?” Andre turned to Jack. “Eh what do I know? You just don’t expect to see a banker hanging around those types of people I guess.” Jack shrugged. “But i’ll tell you one thing. This one’s got your dad eating outta the palm of her hand.” Andre frowned in disgust as he turned back to spying on his dad and Stephanie.

“They do everything together. They bike together, they swim together. They go out to eat dinner every night. You know what? See for yourself, don’t let me influence you.”

From what Andre could see, Urban was indeed very into Stephanie which was not a good sign.

Operation reunite mom and dad just got a whole lot harder.

#moody4world #moody fics #parent trap au #parent trap #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt x you #urban wyatt #urban wyatt imagine #jack harlow

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jaylaxies · 2 years

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SEMI HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT‼️

i’ve been contemplating whether to take a break or not for a while, and i’ve come to the conclusion that it’ll be the best if i do take one! here are a few reasons for the same:

— it’s hard to take out time for writing, especially when i have a tight schedule because of uni, i didn’t want to leave in the mid of kinktober but it’s practically impossible for me to write and post a fic each day now my tests have started, not to mention the never ending list of my assignments.

— i honestly prefer writing longer fics with a plot! i’ve tried to write purely smut based small fics, however it’s not giving me the happiness i get after writing a long fic with a solid backstory and the character development! so the next time i come back, i promise it will be with a long fic :3

— it’s festive season + i’m going on a trip soon! the preparations are keeping me busy.

— i thought it’ll never come down to this but the interactions and the reach have been super low lately and it’s beyond demotivating. maybe it’s because i’ve been posting each day? not sure about that but i had been debating whether i should discuss about this, and i did because feedbacks of any sort are so helpful in motivating us fanfic writers! it’s my request to you guys to appreciate writers. not just me, but all my moots and fellow writers who take out their time to write such masterpieces for y’all to read.

— i’ll still be active at times, hence the semi hiatus. i will come by and scream about enha loml anytime! will also randomly check in or answer asks! and you can always find me on telegram or on my personal tumblr account :3

that’s all! i hope you guys will understand and i’m gonna miss you! i’ll be back soon with more stuff for you guys to read <3 take care, my angels and thank you sm for 8k+ of y’all!

it’s like a dream, and i’m so happy to have such supportive people around me. iloveyou all <3

#ria : announcements #important‼️

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ihearnocomplaints · 3 months

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Augh, I’m sorry that I haven’t really been active as of late. I’ve been feeling distant in most things. I haven’t really been drawing much. I’ve really only been playing minecraft. I wish I could be more active but my brain just isn’t braining.

I hope I gain more motivation soon. It’s been difficult. I’ve been super busy and blah blah blah. All that. Y’know? Not really all here atm.

#shutupsilas /lh

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putschki1969 · 1 year

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December 17: Kalafina Acitivities & Ambient Border -DAWN- Pre-Event Report

Tweet 1 & 2 by Hikaru | Instagram post by Hikaru

Finally have some time to sit down and post a little. I did tweet a few pictures here and there so if you follow me you will already know what I have been up to. But I have been feeling too exhausted to actually make proper posts. With such a busy schedule, it’s really no surprise that I keep falling into bed as soon as I get back to the hotel. Today was a more or less relaxed shopping day so I got back early.

After arriving in Japan on December 16 and having a pretty hectic first day, I spent December 17 doing a ton of Kalafina-related stuff. Was wearing a HiKei-inspired outfit to match the occasion and of course I brought my Cakey-beret which I won during her fan club lottery. Feels so nice to wear it here in Japan.

A fellow Kalafina-fan was kind enough to accompany me on some of my Kalafina activities. I get lost quite easily so I am always grateful to have someone around who knows the area.

Kalafina Pinky Ring: FINALLY!! I have been waiting for this opportunity FOREVER! The ring is so much prettier than the one they came up with for their 10th Anniversary. Also, they actually wore this themselves. Quite religiously back then. Keiko wears hers regularly up until this day! The other day Hikaru also wore it for Keiko’s birthday live broadcast. I am sure Wakana still owns hers as well.I have always wanted this ring but in the past I was too stingy and then the pandemic happened and I really didn’t wanna order something this pricey online. So yeah, first thing on my list was the AHKAH store. Best Christmas present ever! Is it weird that I kinda feel married to them now? XD Haha, okay, maybe “married” is not the right word. Oh well.I guess you could say that I am feeling a very strong connection now. Even stronger than before.

PIERRE HERMÉ cake: We all know that Hikaru surprised Keiko with a special chocolate cake on her birthday. It was actually quite easy to figure out where she got it from so of course I had to get one. It’s affordable and pretty small so I was able to finish it within a few days. Since it was a special limited Christmas edition, it tasted a LOT like Christmas. Very gingerbread-y with a hint of jam. Delicious!

Meguro River: I’ve never actually been to Meguro river so I thought I’d check out some of the spots that Hikaru had visited. One day I wanna see the cherry blossoms. I kinda regret not coming at night because there seems to be some sort of nice illumination thingy going on there...Oh well...maybe next time.

Ambient Border -DAWN-: Still can’t believe how easy it was to get a ticket for this. Was a bit intimidated by the TIGET service at first but it turned out to be quite convenient. Simple payment and you get a digital ticket. Had no issues with it. Seems like it was on a first-come-first-serve basis because depending on how early you bought your ticket the lower your number was. People were then allowed to enter the venue in order of their number to find a good spot. Thank God they provided chairs! Wouldn’t have liked standing for this event. Anyway, my number was 41 and I ended up on an aisle seat a few rows away from the stage. Pretty much had a clear view. I chose the Christmas ticket so I got a little A4-sized character card as present. Also bought the pamphlet since I hadn’t ordered that online (only got the Asebi bromides back then). The event started with Hikaru’s Ambient Border and OMG, seeing her in real life again for the first time in THREE years almost killed me. I quite literally teared up. To get an up-close view of her in such a tiny venue while she was wearing this super sexy cyber-punk outfit, I mean, who wouldn’t have combusted at that?! Hikaru sounded great and I was happy to finally hear the song live (it’s one of my faves from her album). Also made sure to buy the special Hikaru drink ^_^ It was a fruity ice-tea so thankfully something I was able to enjoy. After Hikaru, Yuki Sasaki sang his song for the the play and that concluded the first live corner. We pretty much transitioned right away to the two Q&A corners. The cast of the play is way too big so they had to separate the group. During the first set Hikaru was on stage together with a bunch of the other cast members (including Yuki Sasaki and Marina Hamada - I feel like their stories will be quite tightly interwoven which is also why they are singing the insert song “Under the Rain” together but more on that later). The mods had a little box from which everyone got to pick two short questions. It was mostly play-related stuff but I loved how carefree everyone was. I’ve actually never seen Hikaru like this on stage. Usually it takes her a while to warm up to her surrounding and most of the time she is a bit nervous or reserved but among this group of nerds she seems to feel 100% at home. She was clowning around with everyone as if she had known them forever. Super precious. Won’t lie, the second section of the Q&A and the prologue act for Ambient Border dragged a bit because Hikaru wasn’t involved in those but overall they were interesting and got me quite hyped for the play. I REALLY hope we’ll get a broadcast just like we did with her first play. They finished the event with another live corner. First Marina Hamada performed her solo song and then she was joined on stage to reveal a brand new insert song called “Under the Rain”. It’s a collab with Hikaru and Yuki Sasaki. All three got to sing a verse and then they all sang the chorus together. The verses are really lovely, the chorus is just okay I guess. I wonder if this song will ever get an official release. There was some talk about a CD but they didn’t really make an official announcement. Honestly, a CD for the entire play would be neat.

I really regret not getting a ticket for the evening show as well just to see and hear a bit more of Hikaru but then again, it was probably a good thing because jet lag would have kicked my ass sooner rather than later.

#kalafina #hikaru #report #ambient border #ambient border dawn #TRIGGER #kalafina pinky ring #kalafina pinkie ring #hikei #personal #long text post

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isthedogawolfdog · 7 months

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Why hello everyone. Just a quick post to say that things might be a bit slow on my end, as things have been rough offline. Stuff has also been busy in general, as some pretty intense life changes are happening/coming up for me, so naturally I’ve got to focus on those.

I also wanted to make a quick note that I might be stepping back from more in depth wolfdog related posts, at least for a bit. I’ve been thinking about being told that I was spreading misinformation and it kinda left a bad taste in my mouth, so because of this I’ll probably refrain from things that are super in depth regarding wolfdog questions because now I’m a tad bit paranoid. If you’re curious if a question would be okay or not just dm me or send in an ask off anon and I’ll dm you.

This doesn’t mean I’m going to disappear, or that I’ll stop posting about wolf and/or wolf related things, in fact I’d love for more wolf central questions to come my way because that’s something I’m confident in. The blog will still go on for sure, and I’ll still answer is this a wolfdog questions, though I think I’m going to put in place a kinda template to make things easier to tell.

Either way, I should hopefully be more active on this blog with my own posts soon, but I’ll let y’all know when that’ll happen.

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nonomnismoriar1992 · 10 months

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Friend date

(I’m back!!!! This is just more of a platonic relationship (kinda) between Jasper and Henry and also to celebrate Henry’s birthday today, also this is them still alive and a modern AU and also warning this is extremely long 😅)

The clicking of Jasper’s shoes echoed through the empty halls, but soon was deafened by the sounds in the dinning room. He opened the doors and was greeted by the sight of Melanie, Martha and Elias at the dinning table eating food he just made not that long ago, Anna standing on the side waiting for them to finish so she can clean the table. She smiled when she saw her brother, “hey Jasper,” She waved, “how are you doing? You look exhausted .” She joked. Jasper chuckled but avoided his sister’s question, “where’s Henry, I don’t see him anywhere.” Anna just shrugged her shoulders, “I think it might be in his room, I think he said he was gonna take a bath before coming down.” Jasper just nodded his head and left the dinning room heading towards his room.

Henry left the bathroom, holding his clothes to him. Looking at the clock it was 5:25 PM dinner was being served and he was just a little late but he didn’t really care, he was sure his family really didn’t miss him during dinner, so he didn’t really care. He placed his clothes on the bed and put his phone next to them before drying his hair with a towel on last time before using a hair dryer to finish it off. Once his hair was dry he was about to get dressed when he heard a knock on the door, “who is it?” He question not looking up at the door and continued to put on his clothes. “It’s Jasper, I just wanna talk to you for a little bit if that’s okay?” Henry then looked up, slightly concerned, “is everything alright Jasper?” “Yea I just wanna have more of a friend talk, nothing serious.” Henry’s was hesitant before answering again. “Okay just…give me a minute to have at least some clothes on.” “Okay”

Jasper waited about 5 minutes before the door opened, Henry fully dressed-ish and hair not yet combed. Henry moved out of the way and allowed jasper in, who sat on the end of the bed while Henry sat at the vanity and continued to get ready while Jasper talked to him, “so what you wanna talk about then?” He said looking at him with a smile. Jasper look down at the floor before starting a simple conversation with Henry, “I don’t know really, how have you been lately I don’t really get to talk you much anymore.” Henry was silent before answer him, I’ve been okay, been busy but overall okay-ish.” “Okay-ish?” Jasper questioned. “Okay well I’ve had lots of stress and been working a lot but I’ve been doing okay overall. How about you?” “I’ve been okay, just really the normal honestly.” “How’s your asthma been?” Henry asked, “it’s been okay, nothing super serious just been careful on how much activity I do.” Jasper watched Henry get ready on the vanity and realized he was putting on makeup. Jasper chuckled at this, “you wear makeup.” Henry froze and blushed, “well umm hehe, yea I do. Does it bother you?” “Haha no it doesn’t, just surprises me, you’re the last person I would suspect to wear makeup.” Henry chuckled at this and looked at Jasper, “don’t judge me I like it, it make me feel nice and honestly helps takes a little bit of the age away from me, Okay?” Jasper laughed at him, “even though your like what sixty something.” “Shut up.”

Henry finished getting ready and got ready to get dressed. “So umm…Henry?” “Mhmm?” “The actually reason I’m here is I wanna ask you something.” He looked at him giving him his full attention. “Well as you know today is your birthday,” henry froze with realization, today is his birthday and even he didn’t remember that. “Yea…today is my birthday isn’t, hehe.” “Yea, and I was wondering if…” he went silent looking at Henry and his heart started racing, Jasper starting to blush as well before letting out a deep breath, “you would like to go on a friend date with…with me.” He said looking at the bed and not at Henry. Henry blushed and chuckled shyly. “Umm, uh yeah, yeah I wouldn’t mind that.” “Wait really?” “Yea like you said it’s been a while since we’ve hung out with everything going on, and todays my birthday,” he chuckled, “I think we both deserve this, besides you work really hard I think you deserve a break.” Jasper blushed harder and took a glance at Henry, who was still looking at him. “Uhh, yeah okay, sure. Well then I’ll, I’ll go get ready then and see you later at the front door. Henry nodded his head and jasper left his room, speed walking down the hall and blushing really hard.

Henry was still unaware of Jasper’s crush on him and this just felt almost exactly like a date date to Jasper, not a friends date. “No this is just a friend date nothing else and nothing more, so don’t do anything stupid.” He told himself. Jasper was gonna change because he didn’t really wanna go out with Henry in his butler uniform. He entered his room and open a his armoire and pulled out something a little different. About fifteen minutes later he was done and went to the front door to wait for Henry

Jasper wore a white tank top, black and white checkered vest with brown pants and checkered vans and a simple little white hat. He waited about 10 minutes when he heard Henry. He looked over and blushed seeing Henry. He wore a mesh top with a white jacket that rested on his shoulders and a white hat, like Jasper, and black jeans.He also had on black boots that had a heel, but not a very big one, as well and a white belt. “I know this is just a friend date but I do still hope I look okay. “Jasper opened his mouth but only a uh huh came out. “So were we going?” Henry asked, “since I’m driving I kinda need to know where I’m gonna.” He chuckled, but Jasper was hesitant he didn’t really know where to take Henry. It was just a friend date so it didn’t really need to anywhere fancy but he thought other wise. Jasper thought of fancy places that could be nearby, wasn’t much in the desert but then he thought a of a nice restaurant, “you’ve been to Mastro’s?” Henry hesitated but shrugged, “it sounds familiar but not really sure. I’m sure I’ll remember once a see it” Jasper hesitated but answer “don’t worry I’ll give directions.

After about 30-45 minutes they finally arrived, “seem familiar?” Jasper asked Henry, who shook his head, “no not really but it looks nice so let’s hope it’s good.” Jasper nodded his head and opened the door for Henry. “thank you kind sir.” He said chuckling. Jasper blushed at the comment and tried to act normal. The restaurant looked fancy with black booths and black chairs with square tables covered in a beautiful white table cloth. The floor was just normal wood floors and the walls were a nice light grey and a big mirror on the left side of the room. The room was dimly light and in the entrance was beautiful with dark grey bricks and dark Grey stone vinyl flooring, above them was blown glass artwork that lit up the room. A waitress came over and looked at them, “hi how many in your party, just the two of you?” “Uh yea just the two of us.” Jasper answered, slightly nervous. The waitress smiled and nodded her head grabbing two menus and looked back at the both of them, “alright then, follow me.”

The two were led to a room where the floor was still the Stone flooring and the two were sat at a table, Jasper pulling the chair for Henry before sitting down himself. The place was indeed full but not completely so it was easy to get a seat for Them. “Your waiter will be out shortly.” She walked away and Henry looked at Jasper. “I didn’t know you were taking me to a fancy place like this, I would have dressed better.” He joked. “You look fine. And I dunno I didn’t want to take you anywhere boring.” Henry laughed at his statement. “Jasper I would have been fine with anything it didn’t have to be this fancy.”

“Hello how are you guys doing? My name is Ryan and I’ll be your server, may I get started for you guys with some drinks.” “I’ll have the south of France.” Henry replied “and I’ll have the elderflower martini.” The waiter nodded his head and then asked, “do you guys know what you want or do you need a minute?” “No I think we’re ready to order.” Henry then looked at jasper for reassurance, who nodded his head agreeing, “so I am gonna have one of the Japanese A5 wagyu steaks, the 8 oz one please.” “Alright and how do you want your steak?” “Medium rare.” “Alright. And you for you sir?” “I’ll have the New York strips, medium rare as well.” “Alright I’ll have those out for you.” “Thank you.” “Im driving.” Said jasper as the waiter walked away, making Henry giggle. “I’ll be fine, promise.” “Im still driving non the less.” Henry rolled his eyes but agreed anyway.

After about 15-Ish minutes they got their food and drinks and ended up having a great time. Jasper felt a little hurt however when they got the pay check, which was around 200 hundred bucks, but he didn’t want Henry to pay for it so he did anyway. They left and went back home and Henry was exhausted but overall really pleased. “Jasper, thank you for possibly giving me one of the best birthday gifts I have ever received.” Jasper chuckled but didn’t say anything. Once they arrived home, they walked and jasper walked Henry to his room, “Jasper if anything I am tipsy. I don’t need you to walk me to my room.” “I know but I want to, is that so bad.” Henry was silent for a while before smiling and answering, “no it’s not, besides I like seeing you around more, me and you really need to hang out more.” Jasper blushed at this and stopped and Henry’s door. “Well thank you jasper for this I really enjoyed it.” “No problem I’m glad you enjoyed it and I thought you deserved it anyway you work so hard after all.” Henry chuckled and smiled but said nothing, “well it’s late and I’m full so, I’m gonna get some sleep, you should too Jasper.” Jasper nodded his head before saying, “oh and by the way they’re a gift for you in the kitchen. I made you snickerdoodle cookies for you” Henry smiled and replied with a thank you before entered his room, a little disappointed when he saw Martha in bed but was too Tired to do anything or sleep somewhere else so he just dealt with it.

Jasper walked down the hall, his face as red as a tomato. He entered his room and fell on his bed, not even taking his clothes off. It may have been a friend date but to jasper it felt like something more than just a friend date. “If only I wasn’t too afraid to tell you.” He looked at his ceiling before turning on an oil lamp nearby and grabbing a journal he had on his nightstand and a feather pen and began in the journal, which was his diary. He wrote for about 20 minutes and finally got ready for bed. He was pleased and grabbed his phone and sent Henry a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BIRTHDAY BOY!!!” Before falling asleep. Henry laughed at the text and liked it before saying thank you and going back into his book. Today was a good day for Henry and he was honestly not gonna forget this day.

#my writing #phantom manor #please do not repost

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