#ditto table and chairs

[0oolookitsme]

Daddy of Three

Type - A One Shot again!

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - None that I can find! (other than the fact that this is pure smut ofc)

A/n - Lowkey hate the title (you will too when you find out the context) but I just hope you enjoy this hahah <3

Kinks - Daddy kink, Face Fucking, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink.

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Y/n was chopping up the vegetables she'd need for the meal she was going to cook tomorrow morning for Harry and Karan's lunch. Her eyes remained on her iPad's screen, on which she could see the page Carla was presenting in the meeting.

Clicking on the little mic icon by her knuckle, she unmuted herself. "Marla, don't you think that we should use red and yellow undertones? It's going to be a violent and a sad scene, I think it would work better," she said, not exactly agreeing with her idea of using green undertones.

"I agree," a few people wrote in the chat.

"But ma'am, we probably wouldn't have as much screen time for that scene. Plus, we have a scene inside the hotel's bathroom after that, which they tell us would give off green hues," Marla said, sliding photos till the bathroom set was on the screen.

Y/n hummed, laughing at how she'd absolutely forgotten about that. "Then I'd say that we do put green undertones but less. We need the switch between the scenes to be slightly puzzling – nothing like 'what the hell are they doing in the bathroom now' though," she said, making the other woman laugh and other people text the laughing emojis.

They agreed on trying the directory for the same the next day, and planned out a few more things before bidding goodbyes. Right at that time, Harry and Karan also got up from the couch as the show they were watching just ended.

"Are you done?" Harry asked her, walking behind Karan who seemed to be growing taller and taller everyday. It still mesmerized her, the resemblance between the two – same green eyes, same curly hair, same nose. Only his mouth matched with hers, other than that, he was a ditto copy of Harry.

"Yes," Y/n groaned while getting up, stretching the moment she was on her feet while taking a big yawn. "Not really, just a bit tired from all the screen time," she said when Harry asked her if she was feeling sleepy.

"Serve the dinner, will you? I just quickly need to wind my stuff up." She looked at Harry with pleading and slightly guilty eyes, kissing the corner of her mouth once he mumbled an 'of course.'

"Don't take too much time, though!" He yelled as she hurried up the stairs.

Karan climbed up in his chair on his own with a bit of struggle. He'd finally grown tall enough to be able to sit on the main dinner table, but still he needed a taller chair to sit on.

"Look at you going, already a big boy," Harry grinned at the little one, who was about to turn four this year. A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth when the boy's ears turned pink, he was born a shy persona but that never deterred him from speaking up when he wanted to.

Y/n watched from atop as Harry talked to Karan about the show they were just watching. It had shown some wild animals tonight, from what she could hear. She couldn't help but swoon a little bit on the inside as Karan climbed down the chair with a bit of grunting and helped Harry serve the table.

"Bring me a glass, please," Harry asked the kid just because he was eager to help. "Thank you," he appreciated him once the glass was on the table.

"Y/n –" Harry was about to call for her when he saw her watching him from the doorframe of their room. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" He laughed, feeling a tad bit of shyness creep up on him when he realized that she'd been watching him.

They've known each other since childhood yet she still manages to turn his ears pink by just her gaze – it was yet another trait that Karan got from Harry.

"Could watch you be a baby daddy all day long. Just makes me feel so hot," she whispered in his ears, grinning when he slapped her bum sneakily.

"Did you tell daddy about the puzzle we solved today?" Y/n asked Karan and melted on the inside when his eyes lit up and he sat upright, suddenly excited and eager to tell Harry all about it.

And Karan's energized talking about the animals was how they spent their time eating dinner. Talking about Karan's puzzle, Harry's practice routine for the next day and Y/n's plans for visiting the set for a run-through were some add-ons in the talk here and there. Once they'd finished, Y/n took Karan up to his room to read him one of his nightly-stories, and lull him to sleep – it was Harry's turn to do the dishes tonight.

The toddler was extra tired today. He'd had football practice for a small upcoming match in his school, solved a lot of math problems and a whole puzzle in one day. So, it only took about four paragraphs of the story in the calming voice of his mother for him to pass out.

Y/n climbed down the stairs as silently as she could and pressed a feather-light kiss on Harry's neck, who didn't get scared in the slightest – probably because he heard her jam her toe in the leg of the dining table.

Harry hummed to acknowledge her presence, loading the last plate into the dishwasher. She stood back patiently, and once he was done, Harry turned around and leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Then, y/n leaned in to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"Mm, someone's feeling needy," he smirked when she pulled back, pulling her in again by her waist when she nodded. "What do you need, love?" Harry asked her, pecking her lips again with a soft smile on his mouth.

"Need to taste you, daddy – been so long," she mumbled, slowly and slowly relaxing into his body.

He continued tracing the outline of her lips, "Is that so?" He asked again, and when she nodded he released her lower lip from under the weight of his thumb, watching it rise back to its place.

"Then we'll put that mouth of yours to a good use," he rasped, reaching for her mouth again as he slid one of his hands on the back of her head, pulling her hair back to give him space to litter her neck in kisses.

When her mouth met his skin, she left open-mouthed kisses on it and bit on a few spots before Harry started pushing her down on her knees. Once she was down, she pulled down his sweats on his command and watched as his cock stood up, already hard. She spit on her palm, lubricating his length as she stroked him.

"Hands behind your back," Harry told her, and started lowering her head on his length when she took him in his mouth. "Fuck," he breathed, watching her as he pushed her lower and lower on him slowly.

He cherished the feeling of her warm mouth on him, and when she reached his base, he let out a groan as the feeling of his tip touching the very back of her throat.

Y/n could taste his salty pre-cum that had started to leak from his slit. It would've been more convenient for her if she could've placed her hands on his thighs, but somehow, this position was only making her panties wetter.

When Harry asked her if she was ready to go, she quickly showed him a thumbs up before holding her wrist behind her back again.

Slowly and slowly, Harry started bringing her head back and forth by his grip on her hair. Her lips wrapped around him felt every vien as he brought her head up till his reddened tip. She managed to take a lick at his slit before he brought her down again, faster this time.

Now, her head was bobbing faster on his cock and with the way her saliva was starting to dribble down her chin, she could feel him pulsing in mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks when she hit the base.

She gagged a bit when Harry pushed in till the back of throat. And then, he quickened the pace.

He held her head in one place as she tried to swallow some of his arosual fucked into her mouth, the sounds of her gagging filling the kitchen. "Fuck- you're doing so well, darling," Harry moaned above her, creating a pace again – his eyes unable to move from the sight of strings of her saliva and his arousal moving with each bob of her head.

He fucked her mouth with a fast pace, his tips dragging along her tongue before hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "Jesus- fuck," he choked, his hold on her head getting tighter as he began ruthlessly fucking into her mouth.

"Breath from your nose, baby," Harry told her, continuing to thrust his cock deep down her throat by now. She started gurgling on her own saliva and his precum, her arms starting to ache as tears leaked out of her eyes and she clenched around nothing, her pussy feeling like it were ready to be pounded.

"Oh lord," he grunted, slowing down his pace just when Y/n thought he was close to releasing down her throat, he brushed his hand through her hair.

Gradually, Harry pulled out of her mouth and just when she was beginning to think that something had gone wrong, Harry helped her get up on her legs.

She stumbled a bit, her legs a bit numb, and knees hurting because of the hard floor. She freed her arms then as well, holding onto his biceps as she balanced herself.

"Fuck you're such a wreck," Harry breathed, wiping away at her damp skin – not able to tell the difference between her tears and her sweat. "And because of me too," he chuckled, brushing her hair back as she caught up with her breath.

"C'mon, wanted to come down your throat, but I need something else more than that right now," Harry said as he picked her up bridal style in his arms, the veins in his biceps popping out.

"What is it?"

"Need to feel your pussy, darling."

When Harry dropped her on their bed, she immediately got up on her elbows, her knees touching but feet wide apart. "Fill me up, daddy? Want another baby," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry groaned, climbing up on the bed while stroking himself. "Fucking hell – 'course I will," he told her as he sat back on his calves in front of her. "Gonna make me daddy of three, aren't you -- since you clear need one at all times, as well?" Harry teased her.

"Open your legs for me, wanna see ya." Y/n did as Harry told her and he swiped his middle finger through her folds, realizing that she was already soaking wet, ready to take him.

"Gonna give you all my babies, darling. Gonna fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant again," he rasped, lining himself against her hole, wetting his tip. "Fuckin' missed watching your belly swell up with a baby – my baby, " he said while watching himself disappear inside her pussy.

Beginning to thrust into her, Harry's hand came to knead one of her boobs. "Need to see you breastfeed a little one again – see those leaking nipples," he choked out, so turned on that he already felt close to climaxing.

"Gonna come for daddy, love?" Harry cooed at her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his hips already. "Give it to y' husband."

Y/n lied there under him, shaking and moaning as the knot in her belly moved lower and lower. "Gonna cum- fuck –" she coughed, shaking harder as her skin felt like it was on fire when Harry started rubbing her clit.

"Come for Daddy, darling. Doing so good," Harry praised her, increasing his pace as he felt his own balls tighten. As he thumbed tighter and faster circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves, he felt her walls clenching around him.

"So good for me, so fuckin' good around me – fucking made for me," Harry grunted, feeling like he was going to combust.

"Co-coming daddy – O-Oh I'm cuming fuck-" Y/n stuttered, her back arching as Harry fucked into her pussy mercilessly. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and once he hit her g-spot again, she felt like she had been electricuted as she came on his cock.

Her cum went everywhere as Harry continued fucking into her, the bed creaking under his pace. "So good for daddy, look how much you came," he chuckled breathlessly, looking down where she had soaked him and the mattress, white strings of her cum sticking to his base.

Y/n intionally cleanched around him again, lying fucked out of her mind and breathless.

"Good girl- that's a good fucking girl," Harry cursed before he shot ropes of his cum deep in her pussy. Ramming into her pussy until she had milked him dry, he finally stopped when some of his cum started spilling out of her.

"Gonna fill you up again, make sure I put a baby in you," Harry told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead – grinning down at her when she hooked her arms under her knees, giving him full access to her pussy.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, sweet girl," Harry said gleefully, laughing when Y/n managed to swat at his chest.

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[reivrze]

OH, SAY IT DITTO ♡

pairing. popular!jungwon x shy!reader

genre. highschool!au, fluff, reader has a huge crush on jungwon

word count. 0.8k

warning. none

a/n. this was inspired by the song "ditto" by new jeans :) the ending was kinda rushed lmao sorry, hope you guys enjoy ! reposts are immensely appreciated as they help my works get recommended, reblogs help the algorithms so thank you for all those who take time to repost my work ♡

exam season had come around at a rapid pace, and your free days now consisted of little solo dates at the library going over the notes you had taken in class. this morning was like every wednesday morning except your first two classes had been cancelled, and you had decided to take a little trip down to the library to occupy your free time.

as you entered the library, you greeted the woman sitting at the front desk, having been here so many times in the past few weeks that you had gotten to know several of the staff. getting closer to your usual table, you stopped suddenly seeing an unfamiliar presence sitting in your chair. trying to get a closer look, you sneaked behind the bookshelves, peeking out to see who was the mysterious person. your face flushed a bright red the minute you realized that the person was no one other than yang jungwon. the boy you had been admiring for the past ten years.

you had first met jungwon went you were eight in elementary. he had been the new kid, causing quite a stir amongst the students, his extroverted and hypersocial personality gaining him new friends almost every day. his arrival had awoken something new, he had given you your first experience of having a crush and boy did you not expect this crush to stick for as long as it had. how could you not fall in love with someone with such a boy-ish vibe and adorable smile ?

now here you are, staring at him through the bookshelves, debating on if you should just leave and come back later or try to find another seat. if you had the confidence, you would've gone sit at the same table as him, but unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. letting your mind get stuck in this trance as you watched him read one of his textbooks, you hadn't noticed him lift his head up, his eyes catching yours amongst the books.

blinking out of your little daydream, your breath caught in your throat as you realized you were directly making eye contact with jungwon, his eyes curious as to why you were looking at him from afar. you felt a jolt of surprise course through your body, momentarily freezing you in place. caught in the act of observing him from behind the bookshelves, you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. however, instead of turning away or pretending nothing happened, jungwon's expression softened into a warm smile.

breaking the spell of shyness that held you captive, jungwon motioned for you to come closer. with a mix of hesitation and excitement, you cautiously emerged from your hiding spot, making your way towards the table where he sat. as you approached, he slid his books to the side, clearing a space for you to join him.

"Hey, I noticed you peeking at me from over there," jungwon said playfully, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Want to sit with me? We can study together."

"Oh.. Sure" you offered him a little smile that he was quick to reciprocate. jungwon had felt comfortable enough during the time that you guys had spent together, going over the last chapter the teacher had gone over. the conversation seemed to flow with ease, you'd steal glances once in a while, not quite believing that you were actually sitting face-to-face with the boy you had dreamt about all those years.

as time passed, you found yourself really setting in the comfort of his presence, some part of you wondering if this comfort was simply rooted in jungwon's social personality or was it really that you two had easily connected. the time to go was nearing and both of you had started to pack up your belongings, your heart sank a little at the knowledge that this might be a one-time thing. just as you were getting to say goodbye and make your way to class, jungwon grabbed your wrist, turning you back around.

"Hold up- This might sound random considering this was our first interaction but I understood my lesson so much better with this one-hour study session than what I've learnt all semester and if you want, we can meet here tomorrow again after classes. you're fun to talk to and quite cute" he chuckled the last part, trying to ease any discomfort you might be feeling.

your mind went blank. you had never, in a million years, expected him to ask to meet you again. slightly overjoyed, you eagerly blurted out a yes. jungwon laughing at your surprised face at your own self. and just like that, you guys had planned your first little date, unknown to both of you that years down the line you'd still be a prominent part of each other's life.

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[jeridandridge]

Beach Day

Reader meets some of Melissa’s family during a trip to the beach.

My grasp of Italian is very limited as you’ll see 😅

“Are you sure you’re up for this, hon?”

You chuckle as you finish packing up the cooler for the day.

“Baby, if I didn’t feel like going I wouldn’t go. You’re more nervous than I am.”

Melissa huffs leaning against the truck, you two already in your bathing suits under your clothes for a day at the beach with her family. You’d met a cousin or two, but not almost the entire family. Even nonna was excited to spend a day in the sun.

You walk over to your girlfriend resting your hands on her hips. “It’s gonna be a great day, okay? I’m so excited to meet the people that raised such an amazing person.” You beam.

Melissa smiles cupping your cheeks with her hands bringing you in for a soft kiss.

“The last time I brought someone around it was Joe and they didn’t like him at all. I married him anyway and they ended up being right.” She explains.

You shake your head gently giving her hip a squeeze. “Parents love me. I’ll show you.”

An hour later you find yourself wheeling the cooler down the cement path to the sand, Schmmenti family in sight. You spot Melissa’s cousin Joey kicking a soccer ball around with his son and a bunch of other relatives seated on a picnic bench.

“Hey there they are!” A guy you recognize as Melissa’s uncle Tommy waves them over.

You smile when you see Melissa relax a bit, you two walk through the sand and grass getting to the table where she playfully shoves her cousin off when he goes to give her a hug.

“So you finally brought the woman you never shut up about!” Uncle Tommy teases her.

“Yeah yeah, don’t make it weird. This is y/n.” She smiles at you as you give a little wave.

“I already know this guy.” You playfully groan pointing at Joey getting everyone else to laugh. You look around the rest of the group nodding at each one naming off another aunt, cousin, niece, and finally, Melissa’s grandmother who’s happily lounging in a folding chair.

She has her dark hair piled up on her head much like Melissa wears hers and has kind brown eyes you’re shocked at how young she seems chalking it up to years of good food and company.

As the group disperses Melissa takes your hand walking you over to the older woman.

“nonna questa è la mia ragazza.” She smiles. You learned a little bit of Italian, and picked up a few words.

“Oh, Cara ragazza, she’s a pretty one.” The woman smiles standing up and kissing both of your cheeks.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mel’s told me so much about you.” You beam keeping your fingers laced with your girlfriends.

“Ditto, y/n. Welcome.” She smiles reaching out to squeeze your upper arm.

Your smile only grows when nonna takes her seat again and Melissa looks at you with almost watery eyes.

“Why don’t you go show off and kick joeys ass.” She nods to the sand where the guys are playing soccer.

You smirk and lean in kissing her cheek before you leave your shirt and flip flops near the cooler taking off in your bikini top and Jean shorts.

Melissa smiles sitting next to her grandmother on the lawn chair. As you run around with the guys giving joeys son a high five when he scores a goal Melissa’s smile widens.

“I like her.” Nonna nods in your direction, laughing when you fake Uncle Tommy out with the ball.

“She’s amazing.” Melissa smiles dreamily in your direction as you jog back over with a breathless laugh.

“Baby, do you have the keys? I forgot Anthony’s body board in the back.” You explain as the young boy bolts towards you. She fishes the keys out of her bag handing them to the excited pre teen.

“You only use that thing when your dads around, capeesh? Y/N heard you like surfing and insisted on one of those for today.” She smiles.

Anthony nods eagerly buzzing as he runs towards the truck.

“You need more sunblock, Mel.” You hum seeing her shoulders already a light shade of pink.

Nonna shoots her granddaughter a knowing look as you get the sunscreen from the bag, a look that says you had her approval.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #Lisa Ann Walter #lgbt fiction #Melissa Schemmenti imagine

[reallyromealone]

Surprise pokemon

Roark x son reader

Male reader, fluff, child reader

Roark watched as his toddler tried to feed the gym leaders pokemon in the back yard, struggling with onyx as he was using the cup Roark used for Geodude and cranidos "you gotta use the big cup bud!" He said to the boy who slowly moved and looked surprised at the big bowl.

The thing is, the bowl was half the size of his little body.

(Name) eventually fed all three pokemon and followed his dad back inside "guess whose visiting tonight?" Roark asked as he prepared his son breakfast, the boy in his chair boosted by Roarks rock books, thick textbooks.

"Who?" (Name) asked as the elder placed food infront of him and his own spot at the table "grandpa!"

(Name) bounced happily and did his "grandpa dance" while eating, always excited to see his grandfather, Roark happy they're close.

"There's my little grandson!" Byron said when he came by a few hours later, lifting the boy up and into his arms "are you excited for today!"

(Name) had no clue what the two had planned for him, the boy just excited for grandpa.

Today he was getting his first pokemon.

Little (name) was confused as they went to sandgem town, the two gym leaders happened to friends with The professor who was more than happy to facilitate the tiny boy with a pokemon.

"But I got a pokemon already" (name) said simply and the three adults looked at him confused "no you don't?" Roark asked his son confused and (name) puffed out his cheeks "ya I do! I met him in our back yard!"

"What does this pokemon look like?" Rowan asked crouching before the tiny boy with a pen and paper and the boy drew a very crude picture of... "Are you sure you saw this pokemon?" The professor asked wide eyed and the boy nodded "they are my pokemon!"

"Come out!" (Name) said with a small basket of berries, all of which sweet as the adults stood back and watched as a garchomp came out of the bushes "see! I got a pokemon!" The boy was very proud as the garchomp let him pet him and feed him "by arcieus..." The adults were stunned to say the least as the little boy fed one of the single most dangerous pokemon in the region "have you caught this pokemon?"

(Name) shook his head and tentatively the professor walked to the boy and gave him a pokeball and went back as the pokemon got protective of the tiny boy "you wanna stay with me?" (Name) asked the giant of a pokemon who looked down at the boy blankly before a short nod, after some help from his dad the boy caught the pokemon.

"(Name), would it be possible for you to allow me to study your garchomp?"

(Name) shrugged and held his pokeball "gotta ask him" (name) said simply before releasing his pokemon, the boy and pokemon both quite happy "is there any secret pokemon you have?" Roark asked his son who smiled "I got Lotta friends!"

(Name) by the end of the day showed his family/the professor his "friends"

A garchomp

A ralts

And a strange looking ditto

"A shiny ditto?" Roark really needed to keep a closer eye on his son.

"He's shy about it" (name) said feeding the blob an oran berry "I have so many questions.." Rowan said taking notes and pictures.

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[haknom]

bad news! 🎙️ — eleven: welcome to ditto!

warnings: mentions of food, nothing else! wordcount: 1009 words

The weather outside was pleasing; it wasn’t too hot nor was it too cold. It was perfect. That’s the only reason why you weren’t stressing out because of Sunghoon being late to the library. The clock on your phone screen read 4:07 PM. He was only late by 7 minutes, if it did reach 10 you would leave.

You stood near a bench, still in your school uniform. Legs tired out from standing, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to sit down for a bit, right? You approached the bench nearby, removing your backpack while you took a seat.

People from different age groups walked in the area in front, surrounding you with chatter and footsteps. “Y/n,” a voice from nearby called out followed by pants. You looked around to find who the voice belonged to, making eye contact with the out-of-breath boy.

“I told you not to be late,” you stood up from your seat while swinging your backpack on your shoulders. His hands were placed on his knees and his backpack slipped off one of his shoulders as he attempted to catch his breath. “My bad, the bus was late.” He said, squinting his eyes to look at you where the sun also shined.

“Whatever, let’s go inside.” You walked towards the entrance of the library while Sunghoon trailed behind you.

–

The atmosphere in the library was quiet. The sound of typing, carts being pushed, and page flipping filled most of the silence. You and Sunghoon have been walking around the library for at least 3 minutes now and still haven’t found an empty seat. “I don’t think there are any seats available.” He whispered from behind you as you abruptly stopped walking, causing him to stumble.

“Do you have any other places in mind? We can’t work here.” You whispered while turning around to face him. “Uh, there’s a coffee shop down the street? That could work..” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. You nodded your head side to side in thought; it is nearby but it may be quite loud. It’ll still work for now.

“Okay, let’s go there then.” You agreed as Sunghoon led the way.

–

The cafe was quite empty. There weren’t many customers besides those who stayed behind to study.

“Here, let’s sit.” He suggested, pointing at the table outdoors. You two took a seat, hanging your backpacks on the back of your chairs. You both took out the needed materials for tutoring and placed them on the surface. Not after long, Sunghoon rose from his seat, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you doing?” You questioned as your eyes followed his movements. “I’m just taking a photo of this, I need to show everyone that I’m a good student. You know?” You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic words as the camera shutter went off. “Done?” He nodded while taking his seat again.

You’d move around some papers with a sigh, “Which subject should we start with?” You asked, waiting for his response. “Wait, don’t answer that. What are your classes this semester?” He looked up from his phone after examining the photo he took earlier.

“Ah, Math, History, English… Oh, and Art!” He’d count the four classes on his fingers as you halted your movements. “You’re failing Art..?” You looked at him in disbelief as he nodded slowly. “It’s a hard subject, alright? Not everyone is good at Art..” He defended, looking around.

“Well, whatever. Let’s start with English.” You suggested while pulling out some worksheets from class.

Inside the coffee shop, the sound of dishes clanking, coffee being poured into cups, and the brewing of the coffee. The hand cramps she got from wiping down the front counters were painful. “Just one more spot and I’ll be done,” is what motivated her to keep going.

The chime from the door caused her head to shoot up and look directly at the customer who walked through. “Hi, welcome to Ditto!” She cheered with a smile, pushing the rag to the side. “What can I get for you today?” The customer's eyes scanned the menu above her while she tapped the cash register with her index finger to a rhythm in her head.

“Could I get a small latte?” They asked as she nodded, pressing the keys on the cash register. “Is that all I could get you for today?” She questioned while looking up from the cash register. The customer nodded, pulling out their wallet. “Okay, your total comes up to $2.33. The final amount is $2.30.” She said as she waited for the cash.

“Here you go,” they handed her the money as she took it, placing it into the cash register. “I’ll call your order out, you can have a seat now.” She smiled as they walked away. Her smile slowly faded as she headed over to continue cleaning the counters. She paused midway, noticing a familiar figure outside the window. It looked like you and somebody else but she couldn’t place her tongue on it.

Were you with a guy..? Jeon Y/n with a guy? That’s a first. She narrowed her eyes, trying to get a better look at the boy who sat in front of you but his back faced the window. He did seem to be wearing the male uniform at Decelis, so he must’ve gone to our school.

Was it Soobin? The two of you were always together, there was a chance. Nah, he wasn’t that short when sitting. Okay, maybe it was Eric? Couldn’t be him either. He currently had blonde hair and the male in front of you had a dark-brown shade. This would be ha–

“Minhee, please come to the back.” Her manager called, pulling her away from her thoughts. “Coming!” She responded, leaving the rag behind as she went through the door that said ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ with a small star beside it.

The only thoughts flowing through her head were, “Who was that boy?” and “Why were you with him?”. But then it hit her, it was Park Sunghoon. The playboy of Decelis.

➴ chapter eleven : welcome to ditto!

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[lisbeth-kk]

May 7 prompt: candlelight

Thanks for the tag @notjustamumj @calaisreno

Welcome home

Sherlock had prepared John’s return impeccably. Chinese takeaway from their favourite place, a thorough shower, dressing up in his black suit trousers and the purple shirt. As he heard the keys in the door downstairs, Sherlock stood from his chair and went to stand in the open doorway.

«Welcome home, John,» he said.

John beamed at him, dropped his bag and almost fell into Sherlock’s embrace. Their lips met in a frantic and desperate kiss.

«I’ve missed you,» John murmured between the passionate kisses.

«Ditto,» Sherlock rumbled and cupped John’s face, rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks.

When the kissing subsided, Sherlock prompted John to come into the kitchen to eat.

«I’m starving,» John exclaimed when he saw the food displayed on the table.

«Good. Let’s eat, then you’ll have a thorough shower before…»

Sherlock trailed off, cocking an eyebrow at John.

«Do you have plans for me, love?» John asked innocently.

«Obviously, Sherlock said and rolled his eyes.

***

When John came into the bedroom after his shower, Sherlock lay stark naked on the bed. On each bedside table where lit candles and the candlelight made his skin look like polished marble.

«Jesus,» John breathed. «Look at you, you gorgeous thing.»

***

Now, Sherlock lies panting and totally spent after his third orgasm in a row. John emerges from the bathroom with a wet flannel to clean him, and blows out the candles before climbing into bed.

«You really missed me, didn’t you?» Sherlock inquires when John’s back in his arms again.

«I did. Being away from you is my least favourite thing. That said, I loved the way you welcomed me,» John says and kisses Sherlock’s jaw.

«I thought you might,» Sherlock smirks.

«Of course you did, my genius husband. I should go away more often, John teases.

«Bite your tongue, John,» Sherlock’s growls and tightens his grip around the love of his life.

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[ssaeri]

pitchforks over pitching tents

☆ tags: lucifer x gn!reader, ft. all brothers, obey me anime S2 spoilers, y/n wants to go camping, no one except y/n thinks it's a good idea ☆

Your spoon clatters against the bowl, but you pay it no mind, not even when you feel stray drops of soup land on your wrist. You're too busy staring at Mammon, Asmo, and Beel, all three of their chairs teetering from the force of their jumps. At the head of the table, Lucifer continues eating his dinner.

"No camping!" Mammon says again, quieter this time, putting his arms into an exaggerated X that emphasizes his point. Satan dodges just in time to avoid an elbow to the face. "Absolutely no camping if we're going as a group. We can do literally anything else."

"What he said!" Asmo leans over the table, all big eyes and pouty lips. "Oh please, y/n, I'd love to go on an overnight trip with you, but the condition for camping is that we leave a certain no-fun someone at home."

You turn to Beel, expecting him to add on, but he just looks between the eldest and you. Back and forth until you realize that the certain no-fun someone they're so against is none other than your boyfriend.

You laugh. "There's a story behind this, isn't there?" You turn to the other three brothers. "Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"No, but any reason to not have Lucifer on a trip is fine by me," says Satan, to which Belphie agrees with a flat Ditto and Levi responds with a half-shrug.

"He's the worst person to go camping with," Mammon insists. "We went with him once. You can't pitch a tent, chop wood, prepare dinner, or do anything because he'll take over and do it all."

"I don't know, that sounds pretty nice. I don't have to lift a finger."

"Not when he's so condescending about it, telling you that you're doing it wrong. And it's not just the work part; he'll lecture you about napping incorrectly—"

"And the murderer!" Asmo interjects.

"—yeah, he even lectured the murderer on scaring people—"

"And the what?" You echo. "Wait, hold on, hold on. Rewind for two seconds. Did you say that you four ran into a murderer on your trip? Were you alright? I'm assuming so because you're still alive, but—what happened?"

"Nothing!" Mammon throws his hands into the air. "Ya know why? Because Lucifer decided that the murderer wasn't good enough and took over for them. Imagine someone jumping out of the bushes with a bloody mask and giant chainsaw, and instead of being chopped to bits, you end up bonding over the fact that the Avatar of Pride can't rein it in for a single night!"

You may not have spent as many centuries with Lucifer as his brothers have, but you'd like to think that you know him almost as well, having seen his more vulnerable moments, and you knew that he was hoping to organize a bonding activity with the entire House of Lamentation. That was why you suggested camping to the group: hazy summer memories of your own adventures colored by laughter and late night whispers. You didn't expect such a vehement refusal.

You ask Lucifer about it later that evening, feet in his lap as he reads over student council documents. You press your toes into his thigh to get his attention.

"So...camping."

He sighs, flicking through another thick budget proposal for the upcoming festival. "Camping," he repeats quietly. "I must admit, it was not one of my finer moments."

"Were they exaggerating?"

"For some details, yes, but for the most part, I suppose I was rather overbearing." He looks at you, brow furrowed. "However, I did not realize that they would react so strongly to your suggestion. If you would like to go camping, I can convince them to change their minds."

He takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. Tender, like he always is with you. Ready to make all of your dreams a reality. You curl your fingers against his and feel him smile against your skin.

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[kayhi808]

Perfect Match

"This is my birth right! I was born for this! You can't just marry me off to some…some asshole!" I should have expected it, but i was so caught up in my outrage. My father's fist caught me by surprise. Pain in my jaw exploded. I was able to block his next punch & jump back.

Jabbing his finger in my face, "No one will take the Family seriously with you leading. Use your brain, you fucking idiot! Who's going to take orders from a woman?!" He snarls, "And you will do as you're fucking told!" Father stomps around his desk and throws himself into his chair. "Get the fuck out of here! You disgust me."

Ditto! I leave his study with my head held high. My grandfather is the head of one of the largest crime families. His heir, my father, is an idiot. I was born into this life, to lead. My father thinks to use me as a pawn & marry me off to some meathead, have his babies while he rules New York?? I don't think so! I've learned everything I need, at my grandfather's knee as far back as I can remember. My father has brute strength, but not the brains to run the Family. He has no head for business. He's too busy fucking some woman or bullying the people beneath him. He's an enforcer, not a leader.

I return to my apartment & head to the bathroom to check out the damage. It could be worse, I think, as I lean in closer to the mirror, wetting a washcloth to wipe away the dried blood from my split lip. My jaw is going to bruise. It hasn't stopped throbbing. I should get an ice pack. I leave the bathroom & a hand clamps over my already throbbing mouth & I'm pulled back against a hard body. I try to bite him through his leather gloves, but it does not phase him. I throw my head back hoping to break a nose, but he's tall. I feel that I may have clipped his chin. He shoves me up against the wall pinning me with his body & a fistful of hair, tilting my head to the side. I feel an icy pinch in my neck and the world goes black.

*****

Shit! She's a fighter. Didn't expect that. Billy pick's you up and lays you on the bed. He traces your split lip and bruised jaw with his finger. What happened, Angel? He knew what you looked like when he was planning the kidnapping, but seeing you up close & in person…you've got to be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. , Billy gently picks you up and exits your apartment.

*****

"Morning, Angel." Jerking awake & immediately noticing my wrists are tied & restrained to the bed. I turn my head in the direction of the voice & choke, trying to swallow but my mouth is dry as cotton. "Easy. Easy."

There's a man seated at the edge of the bed. Close cropped dark hair, chiseled face, laced with horrific scars. He holds out a glass of water with a straw. "Small sips or you'll make yourself sick. If you throw up, I ain't cleaning it. I'll let you lie in it." I refuse, pressing my lips in a thin line and he smiles. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead. Drink."

I'm still fully clothed. He didn't undress & rape me while unconcious. He's telling the truth. If he wanted me dead, i'd be dead. I take a small sip. It's just water, but it makes my throat feel 100% better. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Your dad hired me for a job & thought he could get away without paying," shaking his head. "Not a wise move on his part."

"He's an idiot," I spit out as I take in my surroundings. It's a very nice bedroom. Decorated in navy & greys. We're in a high rise? The curtains are open and all I see is blue skies.

"I just want what's owed me." He reaches for his phone on the side table. "And you'll help me get it."

"I'm not helping you with shit!" He has the nerve to smile at my glare. I notice the pulling of his skin by his scars when he smiles. What happened to him? He punches in a number and he has it on speaker phone. I can hear the ringing.

I hear my Dad's voice. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I want what's owed to me. One million. You wanted the guy dead. He's dead."

"The job was cancelled. It's not my fault you didn't check your phone," laughing.

"I was already out on the job! I'm not leaving my phone on in the middle of a hit!" I notice a tick in his jaw. This guy is getting upset. "You cancelled it 2 minutes before it was completed."

"Jesus Christ, Dad! Stop jerking him around & pay him his money!" There's silence on the other end of the phone & my kidnapper throws his head back & growls. He levels me with a glare. I mouth back "what??"

"Baby?? Is that you?"

I cringe at him calling me Baby. "Yes! Pay this guy his money so he can let me go."

"I will fucking kill you, Russo! You let her go right NOW!" I hear voices in the background. They are scrambling.

"Once the transfer is completed, your daughter will be released safe & sound."

"If you hurt her...."

"You are in no position to be giving ultimatums! Give me my money, or your daughter will pay the price." He hangs up and stares at me. I glare at him & he gives me a smile again. A weird part of me wants to smile back.

"Russo?"

"Bill Russo."

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#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #S2 Billy russo AU

[reinahwanggg]

Me + You = ❤️ • Jake Sim

❤️pairing basketball player!jake x fem producer!reader❤️

❤️genre established relationship, interview style, fluff❤️

❤️word count 1.6k words (1650)❤️

❤️warning(s) one (1) mention of bullying (as a joke), i overused a bunch of words ngl, please let me know if i missed anything❤️

❤️synopsis hey everyone and welcome back to RVV, a relationship and friendship channel where we interview real friends and couples to get an insight about how they made it all work! this episode is featured by the newest couple on the scene (but most certainly not with each other) Jake Sim and Y/N L/N as they talk about their relationship and take us down memory lane.❤️

❤️notes from reina hey y’all! i decided to write a fic based on my most recent delusional scenario. i am a huge basketball fan (which is why jake’s a basketball player since he’s filling in for the person i had the scenario about lol) and i have a very vivid imagination so i thought, why not make a one-shot about it? enhypen is not a group in this au, but they are still friends with niki and heeseung also being in the nba, jay, sunghoon and sunoo being media journalists, and jungwon being head coach to heeseung’s basketball team. niki and jake are on the same team, but heeseung is on a different team. anyways let’s get into it! ❤️

the lights in the studio turn on simultaneously, casting a warm tone on the set up. space gray walls, two beige wing chairs on top of a patterned rug, with a mahogany coffee table between them. in bold, LED lighting are the letters RVV. it switches on a lovely shade of pink, and the lights of the studio turn the same color. two people walk to a different wing chair and settle in, one fixing their jacket as they sit, and the other one smoothing down their hair. the guy smiles widely at the camera, and the girl gives a small, shy wave. then, the interview begins.

Q: Introduce Yourselves. 

“hi, my name is jake sim, and i play as the shooting guard for the los angeles lakers.” the brunet says with a smile, hand raised as a greeting to the camera for the people who’ll be watching. 

“and i’m y/n l/n, songwriter and producer.” she says afterwards, shifting in her seat a little bit since she’s starting to feel a little awkward. 

Q: How long have you two known each other? 

“five years.” they answer simultaneously, giggling a bit once they realize. 

“i met him on vacation. he asked me to take a picture for him, but he was so awkward with his poses. it was embarrassing.” y/n starts to explain, body turning to look at jake as her hands immediately start to move as she speaks. 

“i didn’t think you’d say yes? asking someone to take a picture of you is more nerve wracking than people say it is.” jake defends, hand on his chest as he explains his case. 

“it sure is. well, that and you’re a super awkward kid.” y/n replies. 

“you’re younger than me.” jake retorts. 

“logistics.” y/n rebuttals. 

Q: When did you two start dating? 

“two and a half years.” they answer, again laughing at their synchronization. 

“i still question why i agree sometimes, you know?” y/n jokingly says. 

“ditto.” jake follows up. 

“what? saying you don’t like me anymore?” y/n asks, feigning hurt. 

“didn’t you just -, never mind.” jake shakes his head as he gives up early. 

Q: Who asked who? 

“i did.” jake answers, looking at y/n to see her looking away. 

“he carried me to an arcade and asked me out while we were playing air hockey to distract me so he could win.” y/n supplies. 

“i didn’t ask you to distract you. i wanted to ask you all night, but didn’t know how, so i just asked.” the brunet responds, looking at the camera to show sincerity. 

“but the minute i was about to beat you in air hockey? like bro, pick a better time for that.” y/n argues. 

“not my fault you couldn’t multitask,” jake shrugs as he rebuttals. 

“you literally asked me to be your girlfriend?!” y/n incredulously asks. 

“i said what i said.” jake retorts. 

Q: What’s your trope? 

“trope?” jake questions, confused. 

“what dynamic are we, like a book/fanfiction genre pairing thing.” y/n supplies. 

“oh! strangers to friends to lovers. i don’t think i ever heard you guys ask a question like this in your interview-” 

Q: How do you guys juggle your relationship with your careers? 

“communication.” y/n answers. 

“we talk to each other a lot, we update each other with our schedules and such, and we tell each other how we’d like to spend our days off. i go to his games a lot, so i barely have any problem with seeing him, but when it’s time for me to work on music for deadlines and stuff, i rarely get to see him. we also facetime a LOT.” she continues, her hand reaching over the wing chair, intertwined with jake’s as he saw it, and wanted to hold it. 

“understanding each other as well. y/n travels a lot depending on who she works with and what she has to work on, so understanding that our schedules are both hectic and trying to work with it instead of against it helps a lot.” jake inserts, swinging y/n’s arm a bit between them, just because.

Q: Fondest memory? 

“the amusement park.” they answer concurrently, shocking each other with their answer. 

“i honestly thought yours would be the hotel in bora bora.” y/n states. 

“just because i rave about the food a lot, doesn’t mean that it was the fondest memory, y/n.” jake follows up. 

“well, why was the amusement park memory fond for you?” y/n asks. 

“it was the first place i told i love you.” jake answers, looking over at her to see that she was already looking back at him. 

the two of them stare at each other for a few seconds before y/n looks away with a smile on her face. jake smirks, and the producers start to squeal in excitement. 

“you won that one.” y/n softly says, and softly pushes jake’s face away when she turns back to see him smirking. 

jake looks at the camera and shakes his head. 

“she acted just like this when i told her back then. looking away, pushing me away from her. she even had to sit down because apparently her legs started to give out.” jake tells the staff, who all oooo’d in reaction.

“don’t expose me.” she pleads, pushing his face away again. 

Q: Have you met any friends or family?

“I know his entire team, and all of his close friends. riki continuously messages me whenever any of us are away. I get too many derp photos from him.” y/n responds. 

“who even uses the word derp anymore?” jake jokingly questions. 

“me, get used to it.” y/n retorts. 

“i have met her siblings though. they all came to one of my games recently. it was funny to see because her brother startled her while she was booing heeseung while he was taking a free throw.” jake says. 

“don’t bully ethan or i’ll boo your boyfriend for the rest of the game. like boy, you’re literally in the los angeles, be a hater at home.” y/n sassily supplies. 

“she also met my family when we were just friends, so they know her and they love her.” jake follows up. 

Q: Any future plans? 

“secret!” they both excitedly respond, grinning mischievously as they look at the camera. 

Q: Last question, any words of advice for people who are dating a busy partner? 

“all relationships are different despite people trying to categorize everything. if you aren’t a busy person, but most of your partner’s time is taken up by either work or school, then try to talk to them about your schedules, and be mindful about the fact that their schedule is hectic. don’t work against a schedule, work with one. work around one, work alongside one. you can also use extra time to work stuff out with yourself. pick up a skill, master your favorite hobby, all that jazz.” y/n informs. 

“we send each other our schedules, and after analyzing it, we find common free times and discuss whether or not we wanna spend them together or apart. contrary to popular belief, y/n is actually much busier than i am. i usually have between june and august off - depending on the postseason - but y/n’s schedule fluctuates according to what project she picks up. we discuss that, and then we plan with it.” jake also informs. 

“but like y/n said, all relationships are different. what works for us, may not work for others. the best advice is to study yourself and study your partner. if you really want to be with them despite the hectic schedule, then you work with them. if you want to be with someone with a less busy schedule, then you date someone who can accommodate that. it’s that simple.” jake continues, hand reaching over to hold y/n’s own once more. 

RVV: Ending Ment 

“thank you guys for clicking on this video and watching it to learn more about our relationship.” y/n starts, clasping her hands together as she talks. 

“if you enjoyed this video, make sure to leave a like, comment on the video, and share it to help with the algorithm.” jake continues, hands going on his knees as he looks at the camera. 

“if you want to watch more videos like this one, make sure to subscribe to RVV, and turn on the post notifications by clicking the bell icon and choosing ‘ALL’.” y/n concludes. 

“i’m jake sim.” 

“and i’m y/n l/n.” 

“and this has been the relationship interview with RVV.” they finish. 

the guy gets up first and straightens his jacket, before turning around and offering his hand to his girlfriend. she laughs at his antics, but she grabs his hand, and lets him help her out of the chair. they both walk away from the camera hand in hand, and the RVV lettering behind them turns off, signifying the end of the interview. 

RVV Bonus 

Q: Who takes longer to get ready? 

“jake.” y/n answers immediately, which causes jake to gasp in surprise at the sudden accusation. 

“i do not take longer to get ready.” jake defensively replies. 

“you had a game for 7pm, if it wasn’t for the fact that you had to get there earlier to get some shots up, you would’ve been late to your own game.” y/n retorts. 

“hey, the question is referring to who takes longer between the two of us, not in general.” 

“so you admit that you take long in general?” 

“i do not admit that i take long to get ready in general, and i will stand by my claims.” jake emphasizes, arms folded to assert his defiance. 

“where’s my phone? let me call riki, and ask him what he thinks of this question.” 

🩷ending ment from reina: welp, here's the end of this fic, hope you guys enjoyed this because this was fun to write. no over explaining , no extra description. just you, jake and a studio. i also want to do a "who knows who" kinda thing because those are fun too. thank you for reading! bye!🩷

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[infinitethree]

Daz paces.

He’s been stalking the length of the Council’s headquarters for longer than he cares to think too hard about. He’d been doing this in the hidden bunker under his and Raine’s house, but it was making his long-smothered claustrophobia rear its head again.

Everything has gone to absolute shit. Daz’s spark, Lee’s spark, Innit’s freedom, Observers interacting and coddling Innit– none of that is good!

And, the icing on the cake is that Theo and Day are now apparently getting a special visitor.

That has to be the Scribe. There’s no way that there’s some other mysterious entity tied to all of this running around.

He’s fighting a panic attack, the urge to puke his guts up, and flashbacks of how it felt to bury Tubbo.

What a mess you’ve made for yourself! Hah– you’re pathetic. Just as lost and stupid as you were every other time. Hey, why don’t you try running to Lucid and beg him to teach you, instead of Lee? 

Instead of dignifying that with a response, Daz snatches the magic 8-ball that’s he’s been seen playing with a few times. He studies it like it could provide an answer, a way forward–

Wow, this is pretty sad. 

The sudden voice makes him startle, and then set the toy back down. “...What do you want?”

Mmmh…that’s not the tone you should be taking with me.

He snarls, “You can’t just–”

I can do whatever the fuck I want, actually. You want to play stupid games? You won’t like the stupid prize you earn for that.

Sugar and rot coat his mouth and mind. The broken enchantment tries to turn him into nothing more than atoms. The sword he spent countless hours laboring over pierces his best friend’s heart. The sword. The grave. The deal. The sword, the grave, the deal. The deal, deal, dealdealdealDEAL–

Daz stumbles, suddenly caught off-balance. He catches himself on the edge of the central table and sinks down into a chair. His head is throbbing and his lunch is threatening to come up even more than it had before.

Just past the pain, there’s a sense of loss that he can’t understand. Why does it feel like he’s forgetting something…?

What the fuck did you do, jackass? Innit’s groan of pain gives him a spiteful spark of happiness. At least he’s not suffering alone.

Petty little– look, if you’re going to bore me, I can just go find someone else to talk to. 

The unspoken threat of what that conversation would look like is enough to make him swallow and ask, “I don’t know what you consider entertaining.”

Tittering, the voice replies, I mean, plenty of things! But pacing like this isn't gonna cut it. Make a move, or I'll flip the chessboard over.

Daz stares at the nether star set into the meeting table. The magic inside it makes it shimmer and gleam.

He bought that star in part to fuck with Aster. Having a symbol so blatantly tied to him in this place, and displayed so openly, makes it impossible to deny that the Council is linked to him.

Ditto for the pattern in the floor beneath the table. Smooth quartz and glowstone in the shape of a four-pointed star.

But, ultimately, the Council is Daz's creation. Even though they're meant to be equals, in times of crisis the group looks to him for guidance.

The result of his blood, sweat, tears, and trauma is a beautifully efficient system that protects the server.

And, in doing so, protects Lee.

They can't afford to shrink away from this responsibility. No matter how little they want to do it…

Daz shuts his eyes and steels his nerves.

There's no way around it, then. He’s going to have to step back onto the path that he abandoned so long ago…and he’s going to move his timetable up.

#chronotag #long post #DazzlingVoid #runstheshow #things are happening. :)

[thisismysecondrodeo]

okay now we need you to write that (if and when you want) CAUSE IT'D BE SO GOOD. and it'd hurt but we know he'll do whatever it takes to make sure his love never feels like that again

i just need one chance with this fictional man, i swear

AN: I’ve been holding this one in my inbox because I knew I was going to write at least a little drabble in reference to this ask so thanks for being patient! I think I’m going to post a little tumblr drabbles series on ao3 just to keep things organized! (but as usual all my fics are on the masterpost)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Minor appearances of other Ted Lasso characters, Angst, Romance, Established Relationship

-

You yawned as you approached your boyfriend’s table at the Crown & Anchor. Ted had been at a series of away games for a few nights and you were excited to see him, even if the yawn said otherwise. 

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he stood and smiled, kissing you briefly before pulling out a chair for you. Mae was over immediately with a pint for you and you murmured your thanks before turning your attention back to the handsome man in front of you. 

“Ditto,” you tried to say, mid-yawn yet again. 

“Not that you don’t look lovely, but you also look very tired, have you been up burnin’ the midnight oil?”

You looked at Ted sheepishly and thought, briefly, about lying so he didn’t worry, but the two of you didn’t lie to each other. 

“Actually no, I’ve been going to bed at 9:30 like a toddler, trying and failing to sleep without you.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Ted gave you a look that was equal parts affection and distress. He had offered to come back early but you told him to stay and celebrate the win with the boys. “If I had known—”

“I know, I know, but I told you not to and I meant it. I’m a big girl, I’ll get over my fear of the boogieman someday,” you were deflecting with humor and he knew it but he let it drop and you were thankful. “So, tell me all about Amsterdam.” 

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A few weeks later, you and Ted were out with the entire team for a raucous winning streak celebration. One-too-many turned into two-too-many, and you were wobbly on your feet and slurring your words. Ted beamed at you when he saw you letting loose. 

You and Keeley had just finished belting another round of “Richmond ‘til we die” and you tripped over your own feet trying to sit back down next to Ted. There was a sharp pain in your ankle and you grimaced but said nothing, realizing it might be embarrassing to Ted how sloppy drunk you were. He didn’t notice your injury but he did suggest it was time to get you home and you agreed. 

The walk home was stumbly and painful but you covered up the hurt by leaning heavily on Ted who accepted your weight easily. He leaned you against the wall to unlock his door and you mumbled a quiet, “‘m sorry.” 

Ted’s brow furrowed, “What are you sorry for darlin’?” He helped you inside and onto the couch before sitting next to you.

“I got too drunk. It was a lot, and in front of you friends, I’m so—”

“Baby, do I look bothered? I love seeing you cut loose and enjoy yourself, I love how much you get along with my friends, who I should mention, are just as much YOUR friends. I love you, you don’t embarrass me, okay?”

You wanted to cry, and you almost did but you held it together. Only letting your eyes get a little misty before you nodded and hugged Ted close to you. “Now,” he said, I’m going to get you some water and you’re going to get ready for bed.” 

“No it's okay I got it!” You pushed yourself up with a groan and started limping towards the kitchen but Ted caught up to you easily, “woah hey there, what hurts? Something’s wrong with your leg?”

“Ah,” you waved your hand dismissively, as he sat you back down on the couch. “Classic drunk injury I’m okay.” Ted was ignoring you as he rolled up your pants leg revealing a clearly swollen ankle. 

“Baby why didn’t you tell me?! You walked home like this. We could have called a car. I’m going to get you some ice.” 

You acquiesced but only because Ted was using his no-nonsense voice. He also looked a little angry, which made you feel childish even though that was the whole feeling you were trying to avoid. You didn’t want to cling, or be too much, or need too much from him, especially because Ted was the kind of man that would give you the shirt off his back or an organ if you let him. 

Ted helped you ice your ankle for a while before bed and the air between the both of you was tense, but when you went to sleep he wrapped his arms around you as he always did and you thought that that was the end of it. 

In the morning, you joined Ted in the kitchen to a stack of American pancakes, coffee, bacon, eggs, breakfast potatoes, and fresh fruit. In other words, a veritable smorgasbord which meant only one thing: Ted was stress cooking and that was not good.

You sat down with a nervous smile and Ted sat next to you and sighed. “We need to talk about last night.” 

“I—,” you wanted to cut him off and apologize but he held up a hand and you nodded, letting him finish. You just hoped he wasn’t breaking up with you. 

“I need to know why you don’t trust me. I’m not mad, I just want to get to a place where you trust me to take care of you and I need your help to do that.” 

Your eyes widened in shock. Of course this kind man would think it was all his fault. “Ted, love, I trust you more than anyone in the world. More than I trust myself probably.” 

“Then why don’t you let me come home when you miss me and can’t sleep? Or tell me when you’re hurt and need help? Or let me get you a goddamn glass of water?” You knew he was serious because he cursed and he never cursed. You hung your head in embarrassment, but you knew he deserved the truth. 

“I don’t want to be too much for you, Ted. I don’t want to need you too much, because you’re so selfless and I know you’d do anything for me. Everyone in your life needs things from you and I want to be easy. I want to be the one thing you don’t have to worry about.” 

You didn’t realize you had shed a tear until Ted reached over and brushed it from your cheekbone, leaving his hand to rest on the side of your face. He had an understanding, but sad smile on his face. 

“Sweetheart, I know exactly how you feel. After Michelle…I know my personality, the “Lasso Way” can be a lot. I care a lot. And that can be overwhelming, but I don't want to hold myself back from you and I don’t want you to hold yourself back from me. I think the best thing we can do for our relationship is be 100% real with each other.”

You nodded and smiled, even as tears continued to fall. “You’re right. I know you’re right. I love the way you care about me, Ted. And I don’t want you to stop, as long as you promise to take care of yourself too.” 

“Deal. Does that mean you’ll start tellin’ me when you need me?” 

You smiled. “I’ll start right now. Can I have a kiss, please?”

Ted grinned and stood, leaning over you to kiss you deeply. “Any time. Anything else, sweetheart?”

You looked around the table and smiled. “Maple syrup?”

Ted laughed and went to retrieve it from the kitchen as you piled breakfast food on both of your plates. Both of you may be a little too much, but you were the perfect amount for each other.

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso blurb #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso reader insert

[wowbright]

Fic: Philosophies of Men

Klaine Valentine’s Challenge 2023: “If” by Bread (Day 13 prompt)

Words: ~1,700 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Kurt is changing.

I’m back with more vignettes from my Mormon!Klaine universe for Klaine Valentines 2023! This vignette takes place after the mission conference and before Don’t Be a Dumbass.

My Mormon!Klaine Masterpost. (Klaine Valentines 2023 posts are bold and italicized.)

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Some days after the mission conference, they came home after a long day to find letters for both of them in their mailbox—one from Mercedes for Kurt, and Blaine's long-awaited letter from Cooper.

“Aren't you going to read that?” Kurt said a few minutes later, sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of milk, a plate of cookies, and his unopened envelope from Mercedes.

Blaine had deposited his own letter on the bookshelf next to the Books of Mormon and various pamphlets they hadn't managed to give away that day. It seemed the only thing to do for now, since he certainly wasn't going to read it in front of Kurt. Who knew what Cooper had blurted out in its pages? Blaine didn't want any chance of Kurt catching the words over his shoulder.

Blaine shoved a cookie in his mouth to give himself time to think. “Maybe. I want to clean up first.”

“OK. But if you keep taking so many showers, I might have to mention it to the mission president.” Kurt gave a one-shouldered shrug, a coy smile spreading across his face.

Blaine’s stomach fluttered. OK, maybe it wasn't his stomach. Maybe it was something lower. Maybe it was a blood vessel that fed the snake between his legs.

He hadn't thought about showering for that reason, but now he was. “Come on, Kurt,” he said in half-hearted protest. “It's been so warm lately. And we bike everywhere. I sweat so much. You don't want me stinking up the bedroom.”

"Oh, I’m just teasing.” Kurt pushed the plate toward Blaine, encouraging him to take another cookie. “It's none of the mission president's business what you get up to in the shower, as long as you don't use up too much hot water.”

Well. That was new—Kurt thinking that not everything they did was the mission president's business. Not that he'd ever been the type to go running to the mission president every time his companion hit a note off-key. He’d never threatened to tattle on Blaine’s more serious indiscretions, like jerking off in their shared bedroom while Kurt was in it (seriously, what had Blaine been thinking? and how had he not realized he had feelings for Kurt?) or surprising Kurt with an unwanted kiss after the concert (ditto).

Still, Kurt’s silence on those matters had always seemed like exceptions—Kurt didn't mention them to President Steele, but it wasn’t because they were none of his business. They were his business. But as a senior companion and zone leader, Kurt was responsible for practicing judgment in what he reported to the mission president and what he dealt with himself. President Steele always had a bazillion pressing issues to deal with; it wasn't necessary to burden him with things that the missionaries could resolve themselves.

Still, something had changed in Kurt since the mission conference. Elder St. James had apparently set a fire under him.

“What are thinking about?” Kurt said, setting down his glass of milk. “That shower in your future?”

Blaine’s face heated. “No. I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“I was wondering what exactly Elder St. James said to you at the mission conference. You've been different.”

“Well,” Kurt sighed, “he said a lot of things. And that got me thinking about my baptism.”

Blaine pulled out a chair and sat next to Kurt, to indicate he was really listening.

“Okay. So I was eight years old, like you were, presumably.”

Blaine nodded. Eight was the age of accountability, when people began to accrue guilt for their sins. Before that age, children were automatically covered by Christ’s atonement. But after the age of eight, the atonement could only redeem those who were baptized.

“And obviously, when I was eight, I wanted to get baptized,” Kurt said. “I wanted to be with my family forever. I loved God and I wanted to follow the commandments, as I understood them then. And what I understood was that we were supposed to mourn with those who mourn and comfort those in need of comfort, keep the Word of Wisdom, tithe on our income, and give fast offerings. But because I was eight years old, I wasn't thinking about the fact that leaders are always putting new commandments on you. Cut your hair, wear a tie but not that tie, don't dress like a pansy, don't be a pansy, pay tithing on any gifts you receive—”

“Kurt, wait. I don't like hearing you use slurs to refer to yourself.”

“Well, I like saying them.” Kurt arched an eyebrow, daring Blaine to contradict them. “Because I’ve come to realize that I actually like pansies. They’re one of the few colorful flowers that can survive a frost. I can identify with that. And they have a sort of masculine build, don't you think?”

“I don't think I know what a pansy looks like.”

“Desert boy,” Kurt said fondly. “Here, I’ll draw a picture for you. I’m sure you’ve seen them here in Germany. They’re called Stiefmütterchen—little stepmothers. Oh! I should plant a bunch for Carole when I get back to Ohio.” Kurt leaned over and pulled his pencil case out of his bag, which was sitting on the floor next to him. He quickly sketched a flower with purple and yellow petals. “See? They kind of look like butterflies.”

“Oh!” Blaine squealed in recognition. “I love those! I thought those were violets, though.”

“They’re related. I suppose I could call myself a violet. But I like the idea of reclaiming ‘pansy’ better,” Kurt said decisively, his whole body emanating a sense of pride that Blaine rarely got to see—not the defensive kind, but a confidence in his own worth. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—”

“I didn’t mean—” Blaine started, but stopped himself when he realized: (1) he was interrupting Kurt again and (2) Kurt was just teasing, anyway. “Sorry.”

Kurt smiled sweetly. Blaine’s heart melted. “Don’t be. I enjoyed the detour. But did your bishop tell you to pay tithing on presents?”

“Yeah. Gifts of money, at least.”

“Did you?”

“No. My parents told me it wasn't necessary, because anyone giving me money had already paid tithing on their income.”

“Well,” Kurt sighed, “I put my middle school bishop above my dad when it came to church rules. And if you think I worry too much about rules now, you should've seen me then. If my dad bought me a candy bar or took me to a movie, I paid tithing on it out of my allowance—which, of course, I also paid tithing on. My dad didn't catch on to what I was doing until I spent all Christmas afternoon nagging him to tell me how much each of my presents cost. The next week, the bishop called me in to tell me I had misunderstood him, and I only needed to pay tithing on cash gifts. But I know that's not what he said the first time, and it still didn't solve the problem. Because my grandparents put money into my college fund every month, and I’d get a statement from the bank and get mad at Dad for not letting me take out ten percent to pay tithing on it. Which I think is probably illegal, anyway, but still, my dad had to keep going around with the bishop about making up extra rules for things that should be matters of conscience—until we got a new bishop, who told me unequivocally not to pay tithing on presents. And my point in even bring it up is, well, when I got baptized, I was agreeing to the things I knew about. And ever since, leaders have told me I was also agreeing to everything else. That at eight years old, I signed away my right to fall in love or wear organic cotton underwear or watch an unedited version the The King’s Speech or, heaven forbid, just lie in the grass and do nothing without worrying I should be striving and progressing instead. And somehow I’ve gone thirteen years without it ever occurring to me that I wasn’t agreeing, because I couldn’t agree—because it’s impossible to agree to things you haven’t been informed about or you don’t have the capacity to imagine. And then Elder St. James gave me a monologue about what the ‘consent’ in ‘common consent’ is actually supposed to mean, and I have to reconsider everything.” Kurt took a deep breath. “Speaking of monologues.”

Blaine patted Kurt’s knee. “It was a good monologue.”

“So yeah. That’s what’s different about me. I’ve come to know something I never knew before, and it’s very inconvenient, considering I’m a missionary. But I can’t unknow it, either.”

Blaine considered this. “I wouldn’t say it’s inconvenient. I’d say the timing is perfect.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Missions are a time to deepen your understanding of the gospel. And that's what's happening. God’s teaching you how to sort the essentials from the ‘philosophies of man, mingled with scripture.’”

Kurt stared at Blaine, as if trying to solve a secret code. “You are so inscrutably positive.”

“I know,” Blaine said. “It gets irritating sometimes, doesn't it?”

“Sometimes, maybe. But not right now. And when it does irritate me, it's only because I'm a curmudgeon. So don't change, okay?” Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand. “I love that aspect of you.”

Blaine’s heart did a somersault, and the fluttering sensation returned. Love. Kurt loved Blaine not just because he was a child of God, but because of all his individual quirks and foibles. Maybe not in the way that Blaine loved him. But it still felt incredible.

It made Blaine feel so incredible he ended up having to do the thing that was none of the mission president’s business in the hot steam of the shower. Ugh. Living with Kurt was going to be the ruin of Blaine. And it was going to be absolutely exquisite.

#klainevalentines2023 #wowbright writes fic #mormon!klaine #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #i’ve come to know #that's the line I used #also beware the long paragraph

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Chapter 3

Curious Development

(Italics are a persons thoughts)

F/TV/S- favorite TV show

F/D- favorite drink

Author POV

Y/N has just encountered her green mysterious boy, man...person...well she'll find out more about who the purple hooded enigma is soon enough but let's get back to the trio.

Y/N POV

Othello Van Ryan well that's an interesting name

"Othello here is a good friend of mine and good with technology. So he comes in handy now and then" April says while smiling

"Uh scoff, is that all I'm good for helping you with computer troubles?" He says faking being hurt

Did he just say the word scoff?

"You know you're my best bud too" she adds while spinning around in her rolling computer chair

I look between the two and giggle quietly. Othello doesn't really make eye contact with me which I don't mind. He asks questions about our first day, once I tell him about my encounter with Mr. Miller he turns to me and our eyes meet.

"Some professor he is, it shouldn't matter how you got the answer so long as you can solve it. What it sounds like to me is that he's jealous of your superior intellect" he says while crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

I smile at that and shrug my shoulders.

"Well hopefully tomorrow he won't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, or I'll have a thing or two to say to the man" April adds

We finish our computer lab assignment just in time for the last bell to ring. April and I pack our bags while April's friend follows us out of the school.

Once outside I clink my sneaker heels together and the blades pop out from under my shoes, I slowly skate around the pair and smile. Othello looks at me in awe and I couldn't help but blush.

"No way, you created retractable rollerblade sneakers?" He says while Fangirling.

"Y-Yea, it's a lot easier to get around like this. It's nothing special" I say shyly

"Scoff, well it's nice to be acquainted with a fellow inventor" he smirks playfully

"Alright, you nerds. Let's go get something to eat" April shouts as she runs ahead of us.

We chuckle and rush after her, after going down a couple of blocks away from the school we arrive at a hole-in-the-wall pizzeria. The smell of freshly cooked pizza hits my nostrils and drool almost slips out my pink lips. Othello opens the door for us, I clink my heels again the blades retract and we grab a table while April orders for us. I insist on giving her money to pay for half of the pizza but she tells me I'll buy it next time.

"So you're a tech guy huh? I bet everyone comes to you when their microwaves or computers break down"

"Heh yea you can say that, I'm also a bit of a mad scientist when it comes to that....evil laugh," he said while chuckling shyly

This boy just said evil laugh instead of laughing evil like def a mad scientist

"Oh really pray tell what kind of experiments and gadgets have you created?"

His eyes immediately light up and he pulls out his phone to show me pictures of his inventions aka his babies, especially his baby boy S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. He was quite proud of this particular one and I was more than happy to listen to his info dump. April came back to the table with our pizza and she smiles at the two of us knowingly. But I don't catch her look as we each grab a slice of Pepperoni. We chat and eat. I learn about both my new friend's lives such as April's life with her mom, Othello has 3 brothers and a dad. But it feels like they are hiding something from me but I shrug off the feeling. I texted my papa's to let them know what I'm doing and they told me they'll be out late. Once we finished our pizza, we walked outside the warm August air washed over my body, and I sigh and stretch my arms.

"We need to hang out again, hopefully soon," I say happily

"Ditto" April says

"Uh huh yea," Othello said while typing away on his phone

April and I roll our eyes playfully, April gives me her number and nudges Othello to do the same. Saying our goodbyes and heading off in separate directions to our home. I decide to walk instead of rollerblading home to check out the sites I missed. I get to the hideout, make sure no one is watching input the code and quickly slip inside. Pushing my bedroom door open, tossed the heavy backpack onto my bed, and kicked off my sneakers. I decide to take a shower and start on my homework.

Jaw twitching and teeth grinding as I stare at my math homework still getting a bit worked up about today. Quickly finishing said homework, I toss it into my backpack. Flopping onto my comfy bed, I grab my fluffy blanket and turn on the TV to (F/TV/S). I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up a news broadcast was playing some conspiracy theorist was going on about how aliens live among us and a picture came up to show "proof". The picture was blurry all I could make out was green bodies and each one had a colored cloth over what I'd assume to be their faces. One was red, another was blue, the third was orange and lastly was purple and it looked to be hovering from how high off the ground it was. Something about the purple one made me smile subconsciously. Turning off the TV I can't help but think of my new purple-wearing friend and doze off back to sleep.

The next few days of school went by pretty slowly but thanks to April she made it better. At lunch on Friday we sat in the outside courtyard under a tree, munching on my sandwich and (F/D). Some cheerleaders walk by and very loudly start gossiping but once they see us one of the girls started talking about my eyes. The comments shouldn't have had the effect they did on me but they did, I look down at my hands, moving my hair to cover my eyes and I sigh. April tells me to ignore those "bimbo Barbie dolls", I smile faintly at her comment but ever since that day, I became very self-conscious of them. At the end of the day, I'm walking down a hallway and I see a board filled with club posters, a poster advertising a Swim Team caught my eye. I did enjoy swimming (for obvious reasons 🙃) I take a picture of the poster to add the try-out day and time to my phone. April had to go run an errand for her mom so I was by my lonesome. But when I got outside the building a familiar person was waiting outside, he had yet to see me so I quietly snuck up behind him and shouted "BOO!" Oh, the sound he made and the expression on his face was priceless I couldn't help but laugh and almost fall over.

Donnie POV

I'm on my phone texting April letting her know I'm here at the school to walk Y/N home. All of a sudden a sweet but loud voice is shouted behind me and I jump. Turning around I see who the culprit is, I couldn't help but smile and blush slightly as I see Y/N laugh and double over from how hard she's laughing. I instinctively flick her forehead and chuckle as she clutches her head and glares at me.

Y/N POV

"Ow that hurt, you're gonna pay for that!"

"Catch me if he can," he says with a hint of mischief as he takes off running

I quickly run after him and we laugh as I chase him. He's pretty fast but I'm just as fast, I take the opportunity to tag him when he looks behind him to see how close I am. But when he turns around our noses almost touch, and a blush creeps up from my neck to my cheeks I tag him and take off running again.

Why does this girl make me feel this way? Feelings are...gross

After our game of tag which took longer than I thought the sun was starting to set. The beautiful orange, purple, and pinks color the sky. I sit under a tree with Othello and try to catch my breath. I have my eyes closed while a soft breeze blows my hair, unbeknownst to me he's watching me from the corner of his eye.

The way the sunset shines on her face....it's...well...

I hear him clear his throat, opening my eyes slowly I smile at him, standing up I brush off my black skirt and outstretched my hand to help him up.

"I'llwalkyouhome" he says quickly

"Oh there's no need"

"I insist, it's not safe out here this late"

I quickly think of what to do. I can't let him see the hideout but thankfully there is a safe house of sorts not far away from it. So I decide to walk there, once we arrive I grab my keys out of my bag, thanking him for walking me home.

"Well it wouldn't fit my bad boy image if I let a pretty girl walk home alone"

I roll my eyes and flick his forehead.

"Yea save your flirting for someone it works on"

He stutters and tries to think of what to say as a rebuttal

"Goodnight Othello"

"Goodnight Y/N"

I walk inside the apartment and decide a little evening stroll will be nice. I shower, braided my hair put on some black leggings with a black T-shirt, and place my phone in my small backpack. I climb out my bedroom window, and climb up the fire escape, once I'm on the roof there is a gentle breeze, and take in a big breath of fresh air. Doing my stretches and some meditation I start to think of my purple hoodied friend, blushing slightly I slap my cheeks gently to snap out of it.

I start to hop from rooftop to rooftop until I come across a party of sorts. I decide to take a break, watching a man with tons of bodyguards being handed a briefcase full of gold. Not far off in the distance a grappling hook is shoot from a nearby roof towards a construction site 4 figures slide across thinking they were about to crash the party I look on but they slide past the partygoers. Once they are hovering close to the pool on a different rooftop they let go and I'm able to see what the figures looked like.

The blue one falls and says "Cow!"

The orange one follows with "wa!"

Next, the purple one who is falling like he's unbothered says "Bung!"

Then the last one was red and yelled "Ga!"

Then the all shouted "Cannonball!"

They all crash into the pool and splash an onlooker that seems to be filming the whole thing. All the water is emptied from the pool after their landing and they start all start to happy dance. I chuckle a bit, grab onto the cable and I slide across it as well. Jumping down from the cable l, landing on the entrance to the rooftop. I take a peek and I can see that those people...big question mark have green-colored skin and shells on their backs.

"No way are those....turtles? Wait they look very familiar to the ones I saw on the news that one day. Also, that purple one sounds very familiar" I say quietly to myself

The onlooker high-fives the group and they discuss what they plan on doing next. I look at the person and I couldn't believe my eyes. The person turns around after putting the wet floor and dry pool signs.

"April?!" I say out loud instead of in my head.

April turns around and she points at me, "Y/N?"

We both stare at each other with our mouths open and I hesitantly jump down to her and give a quick wave.

"Nice night for a dive huh?" I say shyly

Authors Notes!!

Oh yea, time for some action!! What will happen in the next chapter? Sorry to leave yall with a cliffhanger of sorts 😋

#rottmnt donatello #rottmnt x reader #rise donatello #rottmnt #rise donnie #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction

[freakyd0ll]

DITTO | ZACK DE LA ROCHA (RATM) X READER

"𝘋𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰?"

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

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Small little bar meet up where Zack and you form a small bond <3 the rest is history ^-^

"Mind if I sit here?" A somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar voice rang from in front of you prompting you to look up from the book you were reading.

You weren't surprised, not at all. It was common for people to ask to sit down on the same table as you. It was a famous local bar in town after all. Though you, personally, never understood why it was popular.

The beer was shit, the small bands that were performing each night were equally as shit and especially the customers— they were at the top of the shitshow pyramid that contributed to this bar. Every week, a fight breaks out once or twice— hell, sometimes someone even gets arrested.

But maybe these were the reasons this bar was popular. Sometimes you just wanna relax after a long week of work. Just unwind with your buddies and let all your worries go away with each drink. No matter how chaotic, at least you have fun.

"Excuse me, mind if I sit here?" They repeat, louder than the first to catch your attention as you were subconsciously zoning out.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, "Oh- yeah sure." You simply reply to the man, looking back down at your book as you weren't in the mood for socialising.

The smooth voice of the man before you mutters something under his breath as he pulls out a chair. The scraping of the chair's legs against the floor made you look up at him.

Your gaze catches his and the two of you look eyes for a good second before you avert your gaze back to your book— embarrassed.

'Damn, that was awkward.' You thought to yourself, trying to focus on the book but the overwhelming yells of the drunken customers and the melodic song of the band performing on-stage was diverting your focus.

You released a shaky sigh.

"My name's Zack."

"... W-what?" You question, blinking twice as you were caught off guard by the sudden introduction of this man.

He snickers and repeats himself. "My name's Zack. You?"

'Is he trying to strike up a conversation with me..?' You thought to yourself, hesitant to answer him. 'Maybe he's trying to talk to you so he can get into your pants...' 'Or wait, maybe he's just trying to be friends..' your thoughts ran wild.

You weren't one to strike up a convo and get buddy-buddy with other customers here. It was a waste of time trying to have a decent conversation with someone drunk so you never bothered to even glance at someone's direction.

Tonight was different.

You regain your composure by sitting straighter. You give him your name and he shakes his head in content with a small smile on his face.

"That's a cool name."

"... thank you."

You narrow your eyes at him, still skeptical and unsure of his intentions.

'Oh wait- he kinda looks familiar...' you thought to yourself, swearing to yourself that you've seen him in some magazine or on television before but you just couldn't pinpoint who he was. You wanted to ask him but you were scared it would turn awkward so you just sighed and went back to your book.

While you were busy reading, Zack was glancing at you from time to time and you hadn't even noticed it until he cleared his throat to gain your attention.

"Is that book any good?" He starts, glancing at your book with a curious look. He genuinely looked like he was interested in what you were reading.

"Yeah... its good." You answer with a small nod, the atmosphere between you two was still awkward. Especially because of the small talk you two had.

"Who's it by?"

"Nabokov, you heard of him before?"

"Yeah- let me guess, Lolita?"

You snicker softly, shaking your head no. 'He seems educated...' you thought to yourself, passing him the book.

"Good guess but it's Mary. It's better than Lolita to be honest." You answer, your voice barely audible as talking about your interests with strangers was something you were insecure of.

He nods his head, his soft dreads bouncing slightly as he moves. He takes the book in his hands and analyses it— his eyes taking in each detail visible on the book cover.

You blushed, realising he was quite attractive. His dark colored dreads complimenting his tanned skin and his voice— so soft, so silky, like butter. You swore you could have just melted then and there but you kept your cool. Not wanting to seem naïve for falling for a stranger you barely knew.

"You come here often?" Zack asks looking back at you as he slides the book back into your hands. "Kinda I guess. I come here when I'm bored and shit," you turn to him. "You? You... don't seem like a local here."

"It's 'cause I'm not." He answers nonchalantly. Rhythmically tapping his fingers on the wooden table. "I'm touring here with my band." A look of surprise and shock is on your face at his words. You couldn't believe you were face to face with someone famous.

You knew about his popularity but not who he was. You dared to ask, "You're in a band? So like... you're famous?"

He snickers, turning to look at you with half lidded eyes— and you swore to every God out there you could have just melted right then and there with his piercingly attractive gaze.

"Yeah. I'm famous," he pauses. "Ya ever heard of Rage Against the Machine?"

A look of surprise is on your face at the mention of the band that you've been seeing literally EVERYWHERE. Be it on the TV or magazine— they were one of the hottest bands that suddenly popped up on the scene.

"Wait- what?" You ask, dumbfounded. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." He replies.

"No way-" you furrow your brows again, still in denial and skeptical of his actual identity. He could be lying and fucking with your mind for all you know but— he could also be telling the truth and you just aren't believing him.

Unsure of what to believe, you change the subject to the performing band up on the bar's stage.

"They're kinda good." You turn to look at the band to gesture what you meant. He turns too to take a glance at the band.

You look at him from the corner of your eye. He looked to be genuinely enjoying the music the band was performing as he was bobbing his head to the side gently and slightly.

"Ditto."

"Ditto?" You repeat, the word unfamiliar to your ears. Zack turns to look at you and you turn to look at him. He blinks twice then looks down at the ground, thinking about how he should describe that word to you in simple form.

"It's like a saying... Like saying the same thing again so ya don't repeat it, you know?" He explains, his eyes staring at you. Hoping you got what he meant.

Your mouth forms an 'oh' shape as you finally caught on what he meant. "So that's what that means..." you mutter lowly under your breath. Your voice barely audible amidst all the loud noises of the busy and chaotic bar.

He grins at you, "What say you if I buy you a beer?" He suddenly asks. Waiting patiently for your answer.

You laugh at his attempt of flirting with you, "Get to know me better first then I'll consider that."

"... Bet."

#zack de la rocha #rage against the machine #zdlr #ditto #fanfic #band fic #x reader #zack de la rocha x reader #fluff #fanfiction #shit writing

[whentherewerebicycles]

time for a HOUSE UPDATE!! sorry this is of interest to absolutely no one but me but I am aggressively nesting and must narrate the process (story of my life).

well I absolutely love my place and literally the only thing I would change about it is the four-foot 1970s-style overhang that juts out over the giant picture window in the living room, which means I only get bright indirect light and never direct light indoors even during the day. but honestly it’s livable and I imagine that soon there will be very little sunlight to speak of so it probably won’t matter all that much.

here’s what’s left in each room:

LIVING ROOM

I swatched three other colors on posterboard and will hang them up to look at throughout the week (including when the rain starts and I get my first taste of PNW winter). I would like to re-paint that room this weekend or next.

I need a TV console but they’re so expensive. I think I’ll keep putting it off a while longer.

two of the gallery wall pieces aren’t quite right but I’m going to wait till I repaint to fix

I could do something better with that plant corner but that feels like a winter project

the blinds need to be restrung but I might ask my parents to help me with that in November. ditto with installing the curtain rod.

everything else is perfect! the new recliner maybe isn’t the best fit in the space but omg it’s soooooo comfy and nice for reading or watching. and the cozy levels of the sectional area are absolutely off the charts omg the extra pillows & oversized throw I bought this weekend catapulted that part of the room to a new level. sooooooo good and so fun as a space for entertaining.

KITCHEN

all good for now. would love to put up a backsplash at some point (the whole area around the sink is just blah—too many shades of white and off-white) but that might be like, a year 2 project. it’s functional! switching up the orientation of the kitchen table + adding a plant cart made such a difference in that space. it’s way cozier!

HALF BATH & LAUNDRY ROOM

now these rooms are both going to be top candidates for a winter renovation project. I think they will be fun rooms to collect lots of Pinterest inspiration for—they’re small rooms so I feel like I can do something bold and fun in there with color and/or patterns. but for now they are functional and that’s all they need to be!

in the short term though I need to declutter the laundry room (might tackle that today)

DAYROOM/OFFICE

no idea why the paint is photographing like that please trust me it is still the most beautiful color imaginable

I still need to fix the standing desk but will probably give that task to my dad

I need to declutter and organize the big closet (currently my junk space). I bought a nicer dresser for my bedroom and I think I’m going to move the old dresser into the closet to use as an organized storage space. this will be a good weekend project—maybe even this weekend if I don’t paint.

I want to eventually transform this room into my cozy winter writing space. my goal is to figure out a good way to slightly partition off the room so that my office/work desk area feels visually separated from the couch area without making the room feel too cramped or segmented. right now I’m using that plant cart but I’m thinking I’ll eventually get a long low bookshelf (maybe waist-high) to put there so I can put a row of plants along the top and have book storage space on the bottom. I may also experiment with moving the tiger rug up here and getting a diff rug that’s a better match for the kitchen. tbd!!

I’m also going to hang the whiteboard, move Pip’s bed over to that corner so it’s hidden behind the partition, get rid of the IKEA chair in the far corner, move in a small little coffee table in front of the sofa, and get some throw pillows and blankets that actually work in that room. I may also put up curtains to pull that window area together a bit more.

I should really get a pullout couch or comfy futon for guests instead of the current beat-up sofa but I’m loath to spend lots of money on that room when I think that might be the nursery (or foster kid bedroom) within the next couple years depending on how things go. anyway it’s fine for now!

OH and crucially I gotta figure out the walls. I think instead of a gallery wall I may do shelves with leaning framed art + small objects like I had in my old living room. but first I have to figure out how the rest of the room will be arranged so I know what to center the shelves on. I think getting stuff on the walls will make this space feel more like an actual room and not just the place where I cram stuff that doesn’t have a home yet.

LITTLE LIBRARY

I adore this little room that is all lol

I need to finish scraping paint off the ceiling (it’s not hard it just takes some elbow grease)

I may want to get a little side table for my squirrel lamp + a little plant to go under the Rohan poster.

I want to get a small round rug but it’s not urgent! I also kinda have to decide if I want this to be a reading nook with a beanbag or small cozy chair or if I just want it to be a nice-looking open storage area.

oh and I need to organize my books at some point lol I just threw them on the shelves so I could get rid of the boxes

MY BEDROOM

this will be a winter project… it’s functional for now but it’s very bare bones. I am leaning towards doing a rich dark teal accent wall behind the bed and leaving the rest of the room white OR maybe doing a terracotta pink accent wall but we’ll see—I reallyyyyyyy don’t want to paint right now lol

I have two nightstands and a dresser coming this week so that should be a big upgrade to that room visually

I am going to buy a cheap new headboard to replace my cheap old headboard

for art… I think I may want to do a small gallery wall of fandom stuff (My Guys!) over the dresser in this little recessed area of the room—it’s visible from the bed but not from the hall so I think that’s a good compromise on Decorating Like An Adult and following my heart’s desire to plaster images of My Guys everywhere aha. for the rest of the room I think I need to do more Pinterest browsing for inspiration… maybe some bigger art pieces or maybe some shelves with plants or maybe something else who can say!! the space is perfectly usable right now and I can slowly acquire things & ideas to improve it.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Saturday 6 [8] August 1840

9 ¼

12 25/..

Martvili

// slept very well but rather cold in the night – Should have gone to bed better clothed or with more thrown over me but my mackintosh was hung up to dry – deluge of rain last night, and this morning about 8 and again between 9 and 10 did large job in my little soup plate and emptied it into the necessary and then washed in it and afterwards my breakfast (cheese etc.) in it!!! our 2 soup plates bought at Koutaïs on Wednesday – breakfast at 10 50/.. our tea and cheese and bread but they afterwards brought decanter of wine and ditto of water and warm bread (4 little thcooreks)  A- milk and eggs   and 2 plats of chicken and soup, and 1 of roast ditto and a waiter (papier mâché or tin or iron painted) of fruit plums, pears, and 3 slices of large long excellent melon, of which last I ate all, and one plum, tolerable and one pear and put all the rest in my beg (8 or 10) – so that looking at map and breakfast not over till 12 ½ - then taking (rubbing) dirt of the Mackintosh, wasting up my own things and siding (making all ready for off) till 1 ¼ - then at accounts and wrote the last 21 lines of yesterday and so far of today till now 2 40/.. – 7 hours from here to Gordi and 3 hours from there to the monastery of Sumatchaki   [no! 4 hours to monastery and 3 hours from there to Gordi]    R17 ½° at noon and now 2 40/.. on my writing table for with breakfast they brought us the table and 2 chairs! what luxury – a school here, too – at Every monastery the scholars were singing out their lessons before I was up – then looking at large map and reading Dubois iii. and making inquiries (Adam and several of the people at the window) till about 5 ¼ or after – then out A- and I – looked about – magnificent situation – then saw the church – plan inside same as monastery de Sien val d’Ateni near Gori except that that the 4 large niches around the 16 window (including the walled up light-spaces) dome arc, not left clear the whole length but made up at the top about ¼ of the whole height which stunts (écrase) the niche and has not a bad effect – the fresco paintings much effaced - the transepts seemed about 6 yards wide and the nave about the same and the whole length of nave, including behind the iconostase about 6+6+6 yards =18 yards – the dome not écrasé as at Sion – the 2 outside niches east end small merely reminiscences of the thing – Exterior rather irregular (an outside arcade or recess north and south side) but not irregular as at Sion – very little sculpture one of the monks pointed out a female figure (a virgin?) just below the gabel point of cornice west end surrounded by a writing not in Georgian nor in anything that he knew anything about – ([?]? Arabic? I should suppose it Arabic – not Turk?) north side near, just on the great platform or walled up base (top of rock) on which the church and its appurtenances stands is a very old looking little church – in 3 retiring stories – did not ask to go in – in a hurry to pay our visit to the bishop waiting to receive us – ushed in at 5 ¾ and staid ¾ hour – tall thin agreeable looking man – good wood galleried round sacle – not large but comfortable room – he and A- and i sat on the tarti (divan) all the rest but one monk the archdeacon (who sat on a chair near) stood – Adam interpreter! – Astonishing how well we got on – the bishop soon at his ease and tried in vain to make me pronounce the Georgian word tseni (loshad, horse) – too difficult – impossible to write it – from Muri must return here to go to Zugdidi – no! I said we could go by the mountains and Souanéthi – yes! but 1 day of snow and very difficult -    Dadian père at Zugdidi – should have an order for guides etc. – best go from here to Nakolakévi  [Nokalakevi] //   5 hours and from there to Zugdid 6 hours, and then get all necessary orders for guides etc. etc. good – will do so – a prince at Nakolakévi [Nokalakevi]– can sleep very well – ordered to be off if fine at 5 ½ a.m. tomorrow N- signifies ancient city§ - had taken our leave in about 10 minutes or ¼ hour but were called back to tea – 2 cups and 2 glasses A- and I had the 2 latter twice each – thin slices of lemon brought with the tea – very good, and the lemon always a great improvement – there must have been 10 or 12 people in the room besides ourselves – after leaving the bishop sauntered about – magnificent view south large, rich valley-plain – Choni [Khoni] must be full in view in clear weather – north fine amphitheatre, opening East in dark gorge of the Tskhénitskali and west (of north) gorge of the Abāshă – between these the little river Inch-rēē-ăh – the Rion parted from the Tskhenitskali by a range of hill on the East and the Teōh-hōō-răh river parted from the Abāsha river by a range of hill to the west of it runs near Nakolokêvi – 2 magnificent lime

§Kālăkĭ gorod na is mesto dêbuil gorod  

trees not far from the bishops’ house this and the trees near west end of church one house near East end of ditto – prayers soon after we left the bishop – I went into church at prayers for 5 or 6 minutes – A- was sketching – the tower gateway we entered by a  3 story high open on all sides bell-tower – the monk hermit still lives at the top of the north and older tower – had not time to go and see him – heavy rain at 7 20/.. sent us – sat down to my journal till 8 25/.. 2 plates of veal? soup and a roast chicken, and ½ a (goats’ milk?) cheese thin and foliaceous – and a little roll (Tchoorek) and a plat of pickled sturgeon and 10 pears and 3 slices as in the morning of large long excellent melon – capital supper we both enjoyed it till 940/.. then had Adam about the horses etc. and then wrote down to here till now 10 40/.. at which hour R16 ¼° Rainy day with gleams – the heavy shower at 7 20/.. over in about ½ hour –

Stood reading till 11 55/.. –

10 monks here and 3 women with their husbands – all the count immediately around belongs to the monastery