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savnofilter · 1 year

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Wisdom Teeth Aftercare

LoV + Giran x [GN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sav attempting fluff, mentions of wounds & medicine doses, def an insert, semi established-relationships.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k [5 mins].

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A/N: im in so so so much pain. wrote this because im lonley and would kill to have one of these beautiful characters to aid me. these would be longer if i wasnt so delirious rn. (not proofread)

Dabi knows what to do but also does not.

hes been through a lot of painful situations wheres hes needed to take medication, and most times he isnt even able to take any.

hes trying his best to comfort for you in his own little warped way.

"Hey, sit back down" Dabi snaps at you in annoyance as you attempt to leave your bed, and rolls his eyes at your mumble-whining. "You're delirious right now, don't argue with me."

he makes sure that your night stand is always replenished. hes like a little nurse and even in your medicated haze, you find it super cute.

♱ you cant tell him that tho… he'll get pouty. not something you hate but its the bratty behavior that follows it.

gives you tons of forehead kisses because he cant give you cheek ones cuz of your swollen cheeks.

its practically killing him he cant just cup them while theyre big the way they are.

is definitely teasing you as he takes care of you. sometimes putting stuff out of your reach or eating a burger in front of you knowing you wont be able to do that for a couple of days.

"Fine fine, say ahh-- oh wait." Dabi snickers.

he really thought he ate, huh? i guess he did (literally).

Shigaraki does not know what hes doing.

"You want cuddles or sumthin'??" He tilts his head as you look at him with the most annoying puppy dog eyes you can muster up.

he unfortunately believes that you could suck it up but we all know its because deep down he enjoys pain a little too much.

is actually persistent on giving you your meds for you to heal with.

although dont expect it to be accurate all the time….

he isnt as attentive and usually drops by to spend some time with you since he doesnt want you to be alone too much.

even with how awkward it is, he'll give you the "normal'' amount of affection and give your head and cheekbone area light kisses for you to feel better.

"You know I can go steal a way stronger dose right?"

If you could frantically shake your head no you would.

he'll sometimes let you play video games with him so he can also keep himself entertained as well.

he doesnt assimilate into your schedule like Dabi does but he tries his best to still help you no matter what.

Toga in a very odd way is ecstatic that youre in pain.

♱ not like she isnt “odd” already,,

shes very excited to play nurse and help you heal. probably dresses for the part too.

"We'll get you back up on your feet in no time!"Toga declares happily, shoving a small spoon into your mouth with applesauce on it.

is whistling or humming as she helps you out and somehow acquired some non-prescriptive cute glasses. she'll tilt them up or press them closer as she checks the doses.

shes actually pretty on top of it (but you do have to double check if its correct because you know how careless she can be without ill intent).

she'll get you stuff animals and blankets for you to nap in.

has it so shes sleeping over (not that thats new anyways).

gives you lots of affections but makes sure to be soft so she doesnt hurt you by accident.

if youre in any kind of pain, you can always count Toga be there to aid you.

frantic.

youd think with Spinner's cool demeanor would make you think otherwise but nope.

hes clocking your schedule and making sure you got everything set.

"You have everything for 12 pm right?" He checks in and takes your small little nod as a yes. He releases a small sigh to himself and leaves to take a tinkle. He let's out one of the most loudest sighs of worry you've ever heard from him. It's pretty funny when you realize he's been trying to keep composed this whole time.

unlike Toga, he has actual glasses.

looks like such a grandpa taking care of you.

youre so entertained by him that honestly it distracts you a bit from the soreness and the pain.

he gets mopey when he cant cuddle you on days where youre in too much discomfort.

has you basically nesting as you recover.

a little all over the place? yes. would you still rate your experience with his 10/10?

of course.

literally do not expect too much from him.

with all Twice's sides it really differs on what youre getting that day (sometimes throughout if its a hectic 24 hours).

he is trying his best since he doesnt like seeing you in pain and gives you lots of kisses. 😭

idc what anyone says out of the whole league, hes the most caring.

when hes attentive, hes on it.

checking your temp, getting your foods, making sure you have your cool & hot pads. also has alarms so he can remind himself when to check up on you.

unfortunately he doesnt want to seem like a bother so he tries to not to be too much in your space </3

he knows you dont mind but he gets self conscience as he normally does.

even when hes not tending to you hes just chilling in your vicinity when you two arent interacting.

he thinks he couldve helped you more but you think he did great.

Mr Compress is all the extravaganza. you said calling in sick, bro heard "time to pamper and preform".

even if its the smallest things he'll give it to you in fun little ways so you arent bored out of your mind.

♱ and also so you dont feel skipping out on doses and actually take them.

you werent aware but this mf also has multiple costumes?? youre pleased to have learnt this.

he is a show man after all…

of course he doesnt over do it, he wants you rested not overstimulated.

is a very chill man to be around when hes not doing flip and tricks and you cant decide which of him you like more (you dont choose ultimately).

of course he has a little something up his sleeve to keep you on your toes but you cant complain with that.

did he essentially treat you like a kid? yes.

do you care tho? not at all.

Kurogiri is the most put together out of them.

(youre supposed to be surprised by this revelation.)

i mean, what do you expect from a man who has taken care of another man for years…?

makes sure youre doing everything so you can recover expeditiously.

isnt doing all that affection stuff honestly.

he drops in, replenishes everything you need and dips.

he kind of treats you like youre sick and it lowkey hurts your feelings with how much he avoids you.

in general hes give an average amount of affection so you sometimes have to speak up when he hasnt cuddled you for some time.

even with all your requests he never seems bothered how much you ask and what you ask for. :')

he is pretty good but sometimes you wish he could be a bit softer (sue me).

imagine Toga but 2.0.

Magne isnt as energetic and into the role of the 'nurse' but is very much still doting.

feeds you in the beginning stages before you gotta remine them that they definitely dont have to. 😭

when youre feeling extra cranky theyll try and coax you into it (consensually ofc who do you think youre with?!)

"I know you don't feel like it but you'll feel much better once you take it." Magne rubs your shoulder as you whimper in pain, and presses a gentle and chaste kiss to your temple.

even with how bubbly and outgoing they are, they are just as stern.

is one to make sure youre having a laid experience while making sure your lazy attitude will not interfere with your healing process.

makes sure to have a big celebration thing when you are fully healed and gives you all the cuddles that you may have missed out on when you were healing.

AHT AHT stfu hes on the list dont say anything.

Giran's methods may be ghetto but he gets the job DONE.

"Y'know I got my own knocked out by and old friend of mine"

"Mmphwha…?"

"Crazy shit, I know! But he's some psychiatrist or sumthin' so I trusted the bastard anyways!"

um… moving on…

is in and out of your place but makes sure that youre well taken of when hes there.

its like a roulette if when you wake up he'll be on your bed watching TV or if hes nowhere to be seen without a trace.

will give you the rare kiss but more of his gentle behaviors are like little pokes to your cheeks just because of how puffy they are.

♱ got you those get well presents and theyre so cute. </3

his treatment is nothing special but it definitely helped you feel better.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #tomura shigiraki x reader #toga himiko x reader #spinner x reader #twice x reader #mr compress x reader #kurogiri x reader #magne x reader #giran x reader #bnha headcannons #mha headcannons #sav's sfwin

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defleppardfan1 · 4 months

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Love Bites: Chapter 5

Series Masterlist

Two months passed by slowly for Y/N as she couldn’t wait to go on tour. Ultraviolet celebrated Christmas and New Year together, having a good time drinking and just being boisterous.

Finally the time had come for the tour to start. Doug has been begging to go with them since ‘Rock of Ages’ was filmed but Y/N put her foot down. She remembered the disastrous conversation that ended the discussion.

“Doug for the last time, why would you want to come on tour?” Y/N asked as she ran a hand through her hair.

“To spend time with my girlfriend, is that too much to ask?”

“Doug we’ve been over this.” Y/N groaned.

“And it seems that we have to go over it again. I should come with you.”

“What about all your complaining about lack of money. You are the one who is insistent that I get a ‘real job’ yet you are more than happy to quit yours. What will we do for money then?” Y/N had to admit that maybe it was wrong of her to pull that card but for the last month and a half Doug had been going on at her about joining on tour. Nobody else’s partner would be joining and Ultraviolet simply couldn’t afford the extra expense of another person.

That and she didn’t want him there. She wanted to enjoy this time and not have another repeat of the night in the pub after their show. Y/N dread to think what Def Leppard really thought of her after Doug’s little performance then.

“Fine. You probably don’t want me there so you can fuck whoever you want.” Doug spat at her and with that he turned around and stormed off.

Doug hadn’t mentioned anything about joining her on tour again, but passive aggressive comments were made, making Y/N countdown the days until she would leave. Of course to start with they would be in between the UK and Europe and in the middle of March they would be going to America until the end of June.

The day they had to leave, Doug was barely talking to Y/N. He seemed to still have a chip on his shoulder and Y/N wasn’t going to do anything to cause an argument. She was too excited for that.

She double checked that she had everything packed and sat all her bags by the front door. Benji would be coming by to pick her up for the first venue along with his girlfriend. They had to be early to sort out their luggage. Doug had said nothing about seeing her off, which made her relax a little bit. At least she wouldn’t have to risk a scene in public, or in front of Def Leppard.

“I’m now off.” Y/N called as she saw Benji pull in outside. She didn’t get a response and sighed to herself as she went to go find Doug. He sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea. It was obvious that he could hear her shout for him.

“I’m going now.” She told him as he continued to look away from her.

“I heard.”

“Fine. I’ll see you in a few months then. With that she made her way to the front door and collected her bags. Doug had followed and stood a few steps behind her.

“You’ll call won’t you?” Doug asked her, causing her to turn around. If Y/N didn’t know him as well as she did then she might have thought he cared. But she knew that he only wanted to keep checking up on her. To keep the peace she nodded her head and opened the front door.

No more words were shared between the two as Y/N picked up her bags and made her way to Benji’s car.

“He let you come then?” Benji spoke as soon as she shut the door.

“Reluctantly, yes.”

That was all that was said on the matter.

When they got to the venue, Y/N and Benji were met with Tammy and Johnny who had come together. The aura of excitement that surrounded the four was thick as they waited to put their bags on the bus they would be using. It was nothing fancy but enough for the four of them.

Y/N heard a commotion coming from behind her, where the five Leppards were making their way towards them, all of them displaying the same energy as Ultraviolet.

“Are we all ready?” Joe asked as he clapped his hands together. Everyone cheered like a bunch of children, earning odd looks from the venue staff. Peter Mensch and Ultraviolet’s manager Gavin came up to the group, smiles on their faces.

“It’s great to see you all getting along so well. You will all be spending a lot of time together over the next few months.” Peter told them all as he looked at Gavin.

“So if Y/N, Tammy, Johnny and Benji want to come with me and we’ll sort your bags out then go to soundcheck.” Gavin looked in between the people he was talking to. Y/N could feel the adrenaline build up inside of her, all her dreams about to come true. A quick bye was said between the bands before they went their separate ways with their luggage.

As Ultraviolet weren’t that popular yet they didn’t have the money for over the top stage outfits so they made due with what they had at home. This meant that the band were responsible for their own clothes and that they had more bags to transport with them.

After they dropped their bags off, Ultraviolet made their way to soundcheck. This would be the biggest crowd that Ultraviolet had played in front of and throughout soundcheck, Y/N could feel the nerves creeping up on her. She was getting reassuring looks from Tammy who could already tell from her best friend’s demeanour that she was scared.

However, there was one person in the room who managed to calm Y/N down. Joe had come to watch, along with Sav and Rick. No one could guess where Phil and Steve were. As Y/N sang into the microphone, she made eye contact with Joe who had a gentle smile on his face. The kind of smile that could put all the world to rights and it was directed at her.

The butterflies in her stomach were going haywire as her focus was on him. It was like his gaze was removing any worry from her whilst his smile was uplifting her to perform to the best of her ability.

At the end of their soundcheck, they made way for Def Leppard to do theirs. Y/N went backstage to the makeshift dressing room that was set up for them. Due to lack of room, the two bands would be sharing and Y/N and Tammy would have to change in the bathroom for some modesty.

Y/N was sitting backstage doing her makeup when Def Leppard finished. The rest of Ultraviolet were dotted around the room and chatter filled the previously peaceful silence immediately. Smiling at them all, Y/N stood up and went to her small bag where she had that evening's outfit stored before she went to the bathroom to change.

Trying not to take too long, she quickly swapped her clothes before putting her jeans and old t-shirt in the bag. As she walked out of the bathroom she was met with something solid.

“Sorry love.” She heard a familiar deep voice announce as he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Y/N peered up into Joe’s green eyes.

“I wasn’t looking where I was going, sorry.” Y/N told him as she found herself still in his grasp.

“Don’t worry Y/N.” Joe smiled at her. “You were great earlier.” He told her, referencing the soundcheck.

“Thank you.” She squeaked, which made Joe smile even more, showing the dimple on his left cheek.

The two stood there in silence as they stared into each other’s eyes. Joe thought that she might just be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, especially as she looked up at him with those doe eyes of hers.

They hadn’t realised how long they had been standing there until they heard two people clearing their throats. Looking over they saw Sav and Tammy watching them.

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mangomochi-yn · 4 years

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[volleyball with the aces]

haikyuu best boi aces x reader

g. all around fluff! (and crack :P) wc. 12-17 bullets/ea

contains. bokuto k., sakusa k., asahi a., iwaizumi h., ushijima w., futakuchi k.

bokuto

this hyper baby

the minute you suggest it he’s shouting in excitement

would immediately get ready to serve at you, even stopping practice

((but luckily akaashi stops him to let you gear up))

“whoa y/n you have to practice with me now! youre good!!”

always. i repeat aLWAYS exclaims (with glee) when you make a tricky move like a curved spike or a float serve

laughs when he has to sprint to receive a feign

v v tempted to show off his spikes but doesn’t wanna hurt you (awe bb 🥺)

so he’ll pretend to go really hard but then mid air just like *taps* the ball. asgshgshshdksl

overall super fun and super loud

he literally just turns into a ball of sunshine and youre just 💘💞

10/10 can’t get better than him

sakusa

this boi

ya gotta convince for a while

will be like why? what brought this? you want to get sweaty and dirty? are you that bored?

like bruh 😑

eventually gives in when u tell him u just want to play with him

plays normally for the most part

(he knows you can handle some of his spikes and serves 💪)

but he will lightly tease you with a curveball every now and then

oh and btw you’re geared up to the max before you start like 💯

— im talking knee pads, elbow pads, hair tied up and tight, compression shorts (absolutely NO loose and hazardous clothes), and dont forget double knotted shoelaces

afterwards? i m m e d i a t e shower

you better drink your water in 10secs cause he will not hesitate to scoop you up and throw you in there if you take any longer

all in all was the game worth all the time it takes to gear up and the 1hr shower after?

100% — that small smile he had as he played with you was a blessing in itself

will give you some pointers too after just cause he hopes to play with you more smoothly next time

8/10 ur very clean now. very refreshed

asahi

now we all know how unsure and nervous this jesus is

so naturally, once u ask him he’ll be like 😳 with me? why?

ur like “ur my boyfriend asahi, who else would i play with” 😐

“noya’s pretty fun to play with”

😑 bruh

just act all pouty and mad and he’ll be right on it though

plays softly, very leisurely

it’s as if you two were just.. passing the ball to each other (and it got a bit boring)

so you told him

asahi spike em balls pls ☺️

he laughs but eventually does and right then and there you remember how he is the a c e

1 dive turns into 2, 2 turns into 3, next thing you knew you were rolling all over the place trying to receive (noya’s v proud btw)

meanwhile asahi was having so much fun so ur just like 🥺 dont matter! anything for him!!

“that was so much fun, y/n!” your heart melts at how he beams at you after, he was sweaty all over but somehow he said he felt ‘refreshed’

i think ur confused bby

but anyways 8/10 protect him at all costs or u catch these fists

iwaizumi

like sakusa this boy will be a bit sus

like he’ll say yeah right away but will be like??

when you tell him you just wanna play with him he then turns a bit of a cocky bitch (unintentionally!!)

hes like “😏 oh? i won’t hold back yknow.”

lies.

worse than boku he def holds back

just receives all the time like boy?? wheres that strong ass spike form i fell for?

the minute you tell him to not be a 🅿️ussy though be ready cause he will get in the zone

— he decided he might as well use this for actual practice 💀

so in the end you’re dead. arms sore.

“we should do this more often babe its fun practicing with you” as he takes a swig from his water bottle shoving it to u after

how can you say no tho when you see that bright ass smile of his and hear his hearty laughter?

you lk regret asking but in the end what makes baby daddy happy — he gets 😪

another 8/10 at least u see the bara arms flex during the whole thing

ushijima

“huh okay”

ya kinda feel bad asking him cause he had to stop practicing but bbys like “no. we can play like you want it’s fine.”

and it’s like... hes playing with a child

(hes also part of the gear you to the max squad btw)

but anyways as he plays with u a few mins in you’re like 👁👄👁 boy what is this mockery

but then before you complain you now notice him gradually amping up his spikes— not just receiving as often any more (oh? 👀)

turns out baby boi was just assessing you it seems. agsshsksjjl what a man 💔

cracks a smile every now and then when you barely receive something while u shout-laugh loudly at him

then afterwards he hydrates u to the max

im talking g a l l o n s

(you got your 8 cups for the whole week now)

then offers to bathe or massage you if you’re too tired cause unlike u hes like so unaffected 😐

like one (1) single sweatdrop on his forehead and thats it

gives you pointers as he massages you too but overall says not to hesitate to ask him if you wanted to play again

another 10/10 baby’s perfect

futakuchi

sassy mf

“are you sure? i wont hold back you know.”

(him and iwaizumi — to the streets!)

((jk just him cause iwa is bae))

he’s still not done at just that btw

“did you want my attention that much 😘 im kinda busy tho” so u hit him with a “nah nvm then”

and this mf hugs you so fast and says he might as well since you asked (smh 🤦‍♀️)

and this boy..

he’s asahi but intentionally

— like why??? are you running back and forth the edges of the court???

“go go dateko!” he fuccin sings as he sees you run to where he received the ball to 💀

— the complete opposite side of where you were btw

will also urge and keep teasing you to try tricky moves on him

*loud fake gasp as you do a curve spike*

istg if you could still walk at the end of playing with him you wouldve drop kicked him instantly

smothers you with kisses and hugs, and offers to carry you home after though so you cant really be too mad 🙄

all in all 7 jelly legs out of 10 (hes lucky u love him)

a/n. i used to play varsity in my middle and high school vbc!! i loved being a pinch server but most of my days i was a wing spiker 😗 did one year as a libero and gave up immediately cause i had no idea how to dive properly (komori pls teach ur ways 🤲) i would literally sacrifice my w h o l e b o d y to receive every time

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bibliocratic · 3 years

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Do you think you might ever follow up that forking paths fic chapter where the two jons talk? Like after our jon leaves, id love to hear your take on how younger jon reacts when martin gets back from (what he now knows, thanks to our jon explaining) that trip to visit his mom. How do you think that jon goes about approaching martin, bc its def clear that our jons words really stick with him

Anon, I loved your prompt, and I’ve thought about it often.

No CWs apply. Set in an alternative series 2, pre JonMartin

This is related to a time-travel AU where both the ‘original universe’ Jon and Martin have visited alternative versions of the archives. There’s no major spoilers for that story, although if you’d like to have a read, it’s here. :)

Coat slumped onto its hanger by the front door. Keys jangling in a lumpen heap. He checks, then double checks the bolt lock, the latch, the door chain, and then toes a door wedge harshly in place for good measure.

Martin puts down his overnight bag, fat with clothes that need going in the wash.

A signal failure at Yeovil Junction, stretching a three-and-a-half-hour journey back from Devon by over an hour. There had been a motley gaggle of the rowdy and the drunk on the Victoria line, and they’d squawked and cheered at the inanity of nothing, their laughing getting louder. He had avoided eye contact, felt his headache building.

Back in his flat, he takes two paracetamol and sits down, feeling like the final pieces of a cliff-face, falling seaward.

A breath out. A breath in.

Sleep is slow to come, and he wakes more than once. Eventually, he just waits for his alarm to go off.

He can’t find an ironed shirt, so he wears a jacket to cover up the worst of the crinkles. He’s on time, but he still frets as he stands, compressed by strangers on the Tube.

The main office area is quiet when he comes in. Martin clicks on the light switch, with a heavy feeling of experiencing the entire weight of the upcoming week at once, then goes into the small staff room to make himself a tea.

Jon’s there when he gets back. Stood by his desk.

“Oh! Hi,” Martin says. The tea sloshes ominously as he jumps, but it doesn’t spill. “Didn’t - didn’t see you there.”

“Martin!” Jon says. Looking and sounding, rather unusually, like he’s slept more than his rationing of three or four hours nightly. “You’re – you’re back. Good. That’s. That’s good.”

“Oh. Er. Yeah.” Martin puts his tea down on a coaster. Jon skitters back to give him space but he’s still close. The bags under his eyes lighter. “Back to the old, er, grindstone, I guess.”

Martin trails off weakly. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy Jon’s company, but it’s early, and Martin hasn’t stored up reserves to be his friendliest just yet, nor to navigate whatever mood Jon might have been stewing in. He’s half waiting for Jon to just tell him what work he wants him to be getting on with.

He wonders where Tim and Sasha are.

Jon, no better word for it, lingers. Weight shifted from one foot to another. He looks over Martin intently, and Martin’s face heats to think of what he probably sees; un-ironed shirt, scruffy shoes. He shaved this morning in a rush, and he’s likely missed a few bristles under his throat, down his jawline.

“How… How was your trip?”

“Um. Yeah. Ok,” Martin lies. “You know. Nice to get a few days away.”

Jon hums, opens his mouth to say something, and then shuts it. Then: “I’m… I’m going to Costas.”

“Oh. Ok. That’s fine.”

“Would you like anything?”

Martin’s small smile bursts onto his face like breaking the surface of a wave, and he’s surprised, by how touched he feels at Jon’s gesture.

Jon reflects his expression for a moment with a similar smile, before it’s quickly schooled into blankness.

“No. But thanks, Jon.”

“Ok.”

Jon makes no move to leave.

“Come with me?” he asks. He’s fiddling with his shirt cuffs, the ring on his finger. “It’s not far, and… I would like you to. If you, er. If you want to.”

Martin nods, and doesn’t understand the relief on Jon’s face.

Jon’s pace is clipped, brisk with speed, and Martin hurries after him, feeling a little bit like a satellite orbiting a force of gravity. By the time they get to the café, it’s the dregs of the morning rush in a small queue that trails limply from the counter around past the coolers stocking juices and sandwiches. Martin offers to get them a table, but Jon makes some flat-footed excuse about needing help to carry the tray while he pretends to peer at the overhead menus with far greater attention than they necessarily deserve. So, Martin waits with him. Listening to the whistling rush of the steamer and the juddering grind of the large silver coffee machine behind the counter. One of the baristas shouts to get the attention of a customer wearing headphones.

Jon won’t hear a word for Martin paying, waving him off impatiently in a distracted, short way that is followed up by a pause, and then a deliberately politer comment about how Martin can get the next one. It’s such a seesaw of tones that Martin’s left a little at sea by it all. Mumbling a thank you, jumbled and lost with the way this morning is going, the buoy lines and anchor points shifted since he went away.

Jon’s face reads similar.

They sit down at a four-seater table, Martin insisting on being allowed to carry the tray, if only to give himself something to do. Jon makes a protracted faff of adding sugar to his tea, drip-feeding it milk until it reaches an acceptable shade while Martin’s fingertips prickle with heat as his hands make flood barriers around his own cup.

“What’s this about, Jon?” he finds it within himself to eventually blurt out.

Jon looks up from his cup. Glances away almost as fast. He manages to balance a fine line between guilty and defiant with only the set of his jaw.

Ah. It’s going to be one of those talks then.

Some sheltered, tentatively uncrumpling part of Martin had hoped that they were past this.

He might as well jump straight to it.

“If this is your idea of some… I dunno, public place where you feel you can accuse me of being a murderer again – ”

“What?! It’s – ”

“ – I know you’re going through a lot, I get it, I do, a-a-and I am trying to understand – ”

“It’s not – ”

“ – I-I thought we were past this, I thought you trusted me, at least not to murder you in your sleep, for God’s sake – ”

“I… It’s not, Martin.” Jon’s hands are held up, palms outwards. “I promise. I. I trust you. It’s not about anything like that.”

Martin’s hands unclench slightly from around his teacup. Jon’s expression bares the singular marks of a man struggling between emotion and ingrained habit.

Finally, nearly glowering, he stares into his own tea, rather than at Martin.

“Tim and Sasha will be here soon. I’ve texted them, told them to come here, not into the Archives.”

“What, why…?”

“There is every chance we may be overheard there, and – ”

“Not this again – ”

“Martin.” There is nothing harsh in Jon’s rebuke, for all it is phrased as a curt interruption. He huffs an irritated breath and meets Martin’s eye almost defiantly. It loosens into regret. “I know that I have… have not exactly given you much reason to take me on faith. And my behaviour these past… I suspect I owe you my apologies for a multitude of minor indignities that you have neither warranted nor deserved, and I am sure that if we had more time, we could both sit here listening my faults and failings to our mutual satisfaction. But the fact is that we don’t have time, and at the moment, my request for your patience and attention is far more important than my desire for your forgiveness.”

Jon’s sincerity is straight-forward, clean-edged.

“Tell me then,” Martin replies.

“Something happened, while you were visiting your mum.”

“How did you know I was – ?” Martin starts, but Jon waves a restless hand as though eager to move on to other matters, to which Martin’s temper rises because oh no you don’t, and he snaps: “Have you been following me?”

It was clearly not what Jon was expecting him to say. His face, scrunched up with impatience, slackens into a mild panic.

“No!” he says. “No, I. I haven’t. I swear, Martin, I haven’t.”

“Then how do you know about my mum?”

“I can explain, a-and I will. But let me finish, please?”

Martin nods. It is not fear that is starting to itch under his jacket, but it bears a family resemblance.

“We had a visitor,” Jon says. From his coat pocket, he pulls out two cassette tapes, like the ones they use for the difficult statements. “Two, actually. While you were away. We can listen to them both, later… and you should. You have a right to. They’re about you, a-and me – um, us. Tim and Sasha were here when the – er, the statement givers delivered them, and I’ve already filled them in on the supplementary information that we didn’t get on tape. I haven’t… I’m not asking you to trust me, or even believe me straight away, but there’s… Martin, there’s something dangerous at the Institute. Something that means all of us harm, and these tapes – ” He taps on them with a nail. “ – they’re a warning. About what our future might entail. And I… I firmly believe that together, all of us, we can stop it.”

Jon winds down like an exhausted clock, and he slumps, his gaze dragged away from Martin’s as though he’s suddenly embarrassed by his outburst.

Martin lets out a long, billowing sigh.

“OK,” he says.

Jon looks up.

“Ok?”

“I don’t – I don’t even begin to understand what’s going on here. But I believe you. Though God knows why.”

Almost furtively, Jon’s face fractures into one of those small, surface-breaking smiles again.

“Thank you, Martin. I – I appreciate that.”

Martin’s blood vessels at that moment traitorously decide to flush his face with heat. He clears his throat.

“Right,” he says. “Right, so, these are the – the warnings, yeah?”

“I’ve brought headphones if you want to listen.”

“Which one should I…” Martin begins, but his voice sputters silent in his throat as he reads the labelling down the sides, printed in Jon’s aggressively neat hand.

Case #0160920: Statement of Martin Blackwood, for the attention of Jonathan Sims. Case #0160921: Statement of Jonathan Sims, for one Martin Blackwood.

“I didn’t record any – ”

“No. You didn’t.” Jon’s expression is steady if wary. “And neither did I.”

“S-so this statement here, that’s – that’s – and that means that your one there, that’s – ”

“Yes.”

“Fuck me.”

He meets Jon’s eyes. Lets out another, decidedly less steady breath.

Jon promised to explain. Jon promised answers.

And Martin can trust that right now. It’s easier, somehow, with Jon looking at him like he won’t let him get lost.

“This one first?” he says, pointing at the tape that another Martin Blackwood has made.

Jon nods, and passes Martin the headphones.

And in a coffee shop on the Southbank, Jon’s gaze not breaking from him, Martin listens to the story of how the world ends.

#tma #the magnus archives #fic #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #no cws apply

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mrsmaybankhere · 4 years

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Still want you - JJ MAYBANK X READER

hello loves

you can call me Den and this is my first JJ Maybank fic and god how much i enjoyed to write it!!i hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

also i got inspired to write this by the song named “Still want you” by ZHU. I think the lyrics really match JJ in the show as well and i love it

i really wanna hear your true opinion on it or you can send me requests because i will def write them as soon as i can!!

"I should be so hurt

'Cause your rejection is so obvious..."

You walk down the beach, waching the big waves and John B and JJ riding them with laughs imprinted on their stupid faces you love so much. Kie and Sarah are there as well, standing on the hot sand with their swimsuits on, so as you approach them you take off your shirt and short pants, doing the same with your pair of black Vans. You glared at your boyfriend, but he seemed like he didn't was aware of your presence yet. He was laughing, standing on the surf board and getting lost into the waves, his wet blonde hair a mess on his head. You were staring, but you just couldn't help yourself. After a year of friendship and three months of relationship, he still have the power to leave you speechless with how amazing he is.

"Stop drolling, [Y/N]" Kie says laughing and you and Sarah imediatelly laugh with her, you having a bashful smile on your pink lips as you push a piece of hair behind your ear. You fell really damn hard for JJ Maybank.

While you were talking with the girls about the turtles and saving them after the hurricane from three days ago, John B and JJ got out of the water and approached you. But you frown in surprise and confusion as you send JJ a big ass smile, excited to finally have his presence next to you and he only waved at you, walking right into the Chateau after.

"What's wrong with him?" Sarah asked with a frown and you don't know what to say. You just let your fingers into sand and looked away from their confused glares. You are just as confused as they are.

"I wish I would know too.."

"John B?" Kie says with a raising eyebrow, looking at the boy who was surprisingly silent.

He just shrug while pulling Sarah closer to his wet body.

"Hey, don't look at me like that! don't know anything."

You didn't really trusted him, but you tried to ignore the knot that is growing inside your stomach.

"It's just a JJ thing. He will come around, don't worry [Y/N]."

But how could you? How could you not worry about JJ when that's your job? Taking care of his impulsive ass.

"Damn, who pissed in JJ's bong?" Pope asked with a frown as he approached you and the Pogues laughed a bit. He was just walking out of the Chateau and JJ didn't even saw him, almost catching him between the door and the wall.

You wanted to laugh too and you tried to, but it seemed so fake.

"And I feel stupid and I cry

And I cry and I cry and I cry..."

Days later, JJ's mood became something more than that. He was avoiding you and everyone saw it. The pogues keep telling you to have no worries, that this is something he always does and it was partially true. He has days once in a while, usually after going home, when he get really moody and his temper is shorter than usual, but back then he was never cold and indifferent towards you and the Pogues. He was still your funny and warm JJ, but just a little more angry which always excited you, especially when you were alone. But now it was different and you just couldn't stay like this anymore. The knot in your stomach is so big now that you have breathing issues everytime you see him leaving the Chateau as soon as you walk in.

But today you gonna talk. You didn't care, not even another hurricane would stop you from it.

The Pogues were out on a double date, which should involve you and JJ too, but apparently you don't act like a couple anymore. You guess that was his way of telling you to fuck off, but it hurt even more than actually hearing it from him.

"Do we have any food left?" He ask as he walks into the Chateau, thinking that he's talking with John B.

"Yea, some cold pizza." You say with a stern voice and you put your arms at your chest, watching him. You can't really read his face when he saw you, but clearly it wasn't happiness. He groaned and turned around to walk out, you stopping him by grabbing his arm.

"JJ, what the fuck? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Nah, you're pretty smart actually." He simply says and shrug while walking into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for that pizza you were talking about.

You can't believe how ignorant he was. It drives you insane, but you tried your best to remain calm.

"Why are you treating me like this? Like shit?"

"I'm not, that's who I am. The door is right there if you don't like it, princess."

You shut your eyes and look at him, falling apart on the inside as you still try to look calm on the outside. He wasn't seeing your face as he was still turned to the fridge, but you're sure that he knows what he's doing to you right now. Calling you "princess" wasn't a compliment or a joke as he used to. It was a insult. Reminding you that you are not one of them and you will never be.

"What? JJ...What the fuck? Why-Why are you doing this to me?" You don't even try to hide your tears as it filled your eyes, blurring your vision of him when he turned to you.

"Don't start with emotional shits now, okay? How long have we been together anyway? 3 weeks? Not a big deal." He grabbed a beer instead of any food and walked past you, but you move in front of him, not letting him go away from you again.

"Stop fucking lying and acting like this! This is not you, J...You love me and I know it. This is not you, baby. Just talk to me..." Your voice crack while you screamed with tears wetting your cheeks and chin. You realizing that he's lying to you because he was always excited to remaind you how long you made it together. And hearing that it wasn't a big deal when you gave him your virginity, broke your heart in your chest in tiny pieces that stabbed your lungs, your everything, ripping you apart on the inside.

You gasp for air, not able to control yourself anymore and he throws the beer can into the door, spilling it everywhere. His whole body was tensed, his jawline and fists clenched. This was the most of emotions he had show to you in the last week.

"You're just a kook, a spoiled daddy's girl, how can you truly know who I am? You don't know shit about me and my life, [Y/N]" He screams in your face and you're whole body is shacking in pain, but you don't take any step back. You're stunned.

"Cause you're not tellin me shit, JJ! You're not telling me anything and you fucking expect me to understand you. I may not be one of you and you will never find enough in me, but I'm trying my best for fucks sake! How can I do that when I don't even...."

You shut your mouth, watching his face as you wipped your tears away. Inside of him there was a storm that was ripping apart every piece of him because of hurting you right now. But he just can't help it. People always leave and especially when you are rich as fuck and you have a lot more opportunites than a stupid Pogue. Why woud you stay? For what?

"You don't even what?" He asks with a lower voice and you let out another sob, glaring right into his blue icy eyes as you talk.

"Maybe you're true. Maybe I don't know how you are at all."

"Yea" He just nods his head and his wet eyes followed your body as you walked out of the Chateau, your hand covering your mouth to shut down the scream that you need to let it out.

You got into your car and you let your head on the steering wheel as you cry in silence, hearing the waves and the loud rock music that was coming from the Chateau.

How could you be this stupid? You really did believe that things will work out for you, you got along so well and you put your whole heart on the table. For him to just throw the fucking table away.

"But then I tell myself that it will be okay

But it's not true, I still want you..."

You forgot how going out felt like.

After almost a month of not leaving your house at all, you finally accepted to go to the beach party tonight. But you didn't wanted to go with Kie and Sarah since you know they will hang out with JJ as well, so you just went with the Kooks, some of your girl friends from high school.

You keeping telling yourself that you will be fine to see him again. That you have to show him how okay you are after he broke your stupid heart. But finally seeing him at the bonfire caught you off guards and your eyes became wet. You can feel his glare on you and when you finally have the courage to make eye contact with him, you need all the strength you find in yourself to keep your calm.

He looked just as bad as you, but he was still breathtakingly handsome. Even with dark circle around his eyes, a little beard growing and bloodshot tired eyes. He wasn't joking or laughing with the others, he wasn't flirting with the Tourons around him. He wasn't JJ and you weren't yourself. You couldn't be without each other and when he sent you a little sad smile you know he realized it too.

It's weird that after breaking your heart and calling you out without even a damn reason, you still find yourself wanting him. Your body and your heart still ache for him and his touch.

"Lately, I've been thinking about

All the things that we've been through... "

You got up from Jessica to go to fill your cup again. Drinking makes you feel a little better and this month you really took advantage of that, drowing the memories and feelings with fancy wines and champagnes, not even trying to hide that from your father.

You almost scream when a firmly hand is placed on your mouth and pull you more into the woods. You know who this is without turning around.

"You scared the shit outta me...Stop doing that" You talk like you were cool again and you both realized that, your uncomfortable smiles showing it. He scratch the back of his neck as he put a few meters between you two. You felt that right into your heart, but he was just doing it because he know that he's not really able to control himself around you.

"How are you?" He asks and you roll your eyes.

"This is what we gonna have now? Small talks?"

"I just wanna know if you are doing well, [Y/N]."

You want to say yes. But he raise his eyebrows at you, watching you with his clear eyes. Their color is darker now because the weak light only coming from the moon, but you know his features way too well. You used to admire and analyze him every morning when you woke up first on the couch at the Chateau. That became JJ's room and then you and JJ's room. You didn't have much, but you were beyond happy.

"No, J. I'm not."

"Lately, I regret all the fucked up

Things that I've put you throug..."

He is looking like he's thinking really hard at something and you give him some time. You both remaining quiet for some moments, still hearing music, laughs and screams from the beach party.

"[Y/N] I'm sorry for everything I said to you. I had to. But...I-I don't think I can go on without you there, princess."

You shut your eyes at the nickname. He used it again and this time it wasn't a insult like the last time.

"Why-Why did you do it?"

He hesitated, but your wet eyes are locking with his and he knows that he can't get away with it anymore.

"Your father talked to me. He told me that if I keep the relationship with you, you won't be going to college. That he will get you out in the street." You can see the pain on his face as your own changed from the pain of hearing that.

Your own father did that...

You thought about ending your life and all of that because your father.

You let out a loud sob as you ran into his strong warm arms, him quickly grabbing you. He's holding your face at the crook of his neck as you keep crying and screaming that you can't believe that.

"I couldn't destroy your future. You wanna go to the college. I don't-...I can't ruin that for you."

You bit on your lip as tears fall on the hot skin of his neck. You close your eyes, slowly being calmed down by his presence, by the warmth of his body and his touches on your skin. You lift your head and he leans his head closer to yours, your foreheads pressed together as you whispered with your eyes now open and partially dry.

"I guess you will have a rommate at the Chateau. If that's okay..."

"W-what?"

"Still tryna learn to be personal

Still uncomfortable being me

Still tryna learn to be vulnerable..."

"Yea, if that's okay...You're more important than a stupid college, JJ."

His warms wraps around your waist, keeping you close to him and locking your eyes together. You gently touch his dark circle with the tip of your fingers and you slowly and softly kiss them, your hands running through his hair.

"I don't wanna ruin your future, [Y/N]..Mine is ruined. If I would do that to yours, I wouldn't be able to ever forgive myself."

"You won't, baby stop saying that. What if-What if I will work at The Wreck? Kie won't mind that."

He looked away for a few short moments and then softly kiss the top of your freckled nose.

"We will see that, sweet thing." A smile is slowly playing on his plump lips and you want so bad to kiss him right now, but there's still is one important thing.

"But you have to talk to me, JJ. We-...We can't have a relationship when we aren't open up to each other."

"I hate being-...Being vulnerable and emotional."

You whisper "i know" but you can't keep your smile for yourself only. You look at him with pure adoration and love.

"But I swear I will try for you."

Your heart and legs melt at his words and you pull him to your lips but he talks again, barely touching your lips with his.

"I would give you all I have, [Y/N]. All just to see you happy."

You bring him into the kiss, your tongue quickly meeting his and as you slowly tasted each other, the knot in your stomach is long gone. You smile into the kiss because you know that he would really do anything for your happiness and he just proved that by breaking his own heart to hurt you.

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littledanette · 5 years

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( i asked this a sec ago but i forgot to add somethin in) Can u do a 🔥 steamy 🌶 fanfic of beetljuice and his s/o and DEF include a part where his hair changes colors i love that!! Thank uu!

Okay, okay... I surrender! Apparently, this is what you guys have been waiting for.... So here it is! Thought I’d go ahead and mix two requests into one, hopefully you guys won’t mind. All right then.

Time to turn the heat up! 🔥🔥🔥

Beetlejuice being possessive with his s/o

(Beej x Reader)

“Are you drunk?”

You’ve barely set foot inside your house and closed the door behind you when you hear his voice. You jump, closing your eyes and clutching your keys to your chest. You knew he’d be waiting, of course. But seeing his silhouette appear in the semi dark hallway still catches your off guard. You take a deep breath to calm yourself, and turn on the lights. There he is, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest. “Jesus,” you mutter under your breath.

“Nope, wrong guy,” he immediately snaps back.

You roll your eyes at him, “Seriously? Give me a break, Beej. It’s too late for this kind of crap…” You turn to set down your keys and purse on the coffee table by the door.

“So I’ve noticed,” his words are dripping with poisonous sarcasm, and you turn back to look at him with a frown. “Ex-cuse me?”

Your words come out slightly slurred because you have, in fact, been drinking. But of course, you still try to pretend as if you’re perfectly fine. Your head may be spinning a bit, but you’re positive it’ll stop soon. Soon enough at least. Right?

However, you do an involuntary double take when you manage to finally get a good look at him. Although he’s wearing his usual striped suit, his trademark jacket is missing and he’s rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. This ruffled up, disheveled look makes him look…different. For lack of a better word, you’d almost say it makes him look… well, hot. But that’s not the only thing you notice. His hair, usually a bright emerald green, has turned a shiny, angry shade of red. You know his hair color changes based on his mood…but you’ve never seen it turn red before. For a brief moment, you wonder if you should be worried. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, after all.

He catches you staring at his locks and snickers, “I could smell the alcohol from the moment you stepped on the driveway.”

His snide remark wipes away your worry: of course you shouldn’t be scared. He’s just being an overly dramatic asshole, as usual. You make a silent ‘tsk’ sound as you brush past him, heading for the kitchen. If he thinks you’re willing to put up with his bullshit - especially with this much alcohol in your body - he’s got another thing coming. Better to focus on more important stuff. First things first: you need to drink a shitload of water. You head for the fridge, humming as you take out a water bottle and then turn to fetch yourself a cup. You can feel him standing behind you. Clearly, he didn’t wait too long to follow you.

“So…Where’ve you been?”

You barely glance up at him, raising an eyebrow, “…Out to dinner, clearly?” He snorts, “Dressed up like that? Where was the dinner, in a strip club?”

“Ew,” you set the cup down and give him a disgusted look, “What the fuck does that even mean? What is up with you tonight?”

“Me? Oh, nothing babes,” he answers, mockingly raising his hands defensively, “Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Everything’s fine…just peachy, actually.”

You observe him intently as you drain your second cup of water. His eyes are brooding and dark as he stares right back at you, stepping closer and inspecting you from head to tow. “I’ve got absolutely nothing to say,” he continues, shrugging, “You, on the other hand…”

“What?”

“Well, don’t ask me! You’re the one who’s out and about, wandering in the middle of the night, having the fucking time of her life getting wasted and prancing around like a hooker…”

“Hey, cut it out!” You protest, reaching out to smack him, “What the fuck is your problem with my dress?”

He laughs bitterly. “You call that skimpy excuse of a skirt a dress? Seriously?”

You stare at him. Your outfit is a simple, elegant red dress. It’s cut just above your knee - granted, a little shorter than you’d normally wear, maybe - and it wraps smugly around your waist before flaring out in a simple gown. It’s honestly nothing scandalous. Maybe just a little sexier than usual, paired with the high heeled shoes you’re wearing. Maybe.

“Oh my God, Beej, will you get over yourself?” You sigh in exasperation, “Just because you see me wearing leggings and t-shirts all the time around the house doesn’t mean I can’t dress up every once in a while, you know?” “Sure, sure…” he murmurs, “I mean…after all, that’s one easy way to impress a son of a bitch, right?”

“Excuse me?” You have to laugh. He’s being so blindly jealous right now, it’s almost embarrassing. Maybe it’s all the drinks you’ve had, but you’re suddenly feeling quite keen to have a little fun with him. “Since when do you care who I hang out with?”

“What gave you the impression that I care?” He retorts promptly, mimicking your voice….and proving your point. Yeah, still. Tough luck getting him to admit it.

Your phone rings, and you reach for it. It’s a message. You read it and smile to yourself. The poor sap. Hasn’t even left you for ten minutes and he’s already blowing up your phone with goodnight texts. You shake your head and sigh. If only he knew…

“Hey, I’m still talking to you!”

Your attention snaps back to the present. For a moment, you’d lost track of the conversation.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You haven’t shut up for a minute since I came back.”

“Then stop ignoring me,” he warns, stepping right in front of you and staring you down.

“Or what?” You challenge him, refusing to look away.

His eyes narrow and his stance turns rigid. He takes a long, deep breath, piercing you with his cold, hard stare. You feel a chill run up your spine but stubbornly ignore it. The alcohol is making you feel braver than you are, apparently.

“Don’t…push….me.” he growls, actually baring his teeth for a second. You notice his hair glaze over with different shades of red, as if it were scalding hot. For a moment you pause, wondering what the best next step could be. You may be fueled by liquid courage, but you’re not an idiot. You know better than to upset him. And truthfully, you’ve never seen him so worked up before. Better to cut it out and move on to something else. Or at least, you can try. You quickly decide that getting a little bit away from him may be the smart thing to do.

“Well you are being unnecessarily paranoid and rude to me right now, and I need to go get some sleep. So if you don’t mind…” you remark matter-of-factly, turning on your heels and heading towards your bedroom.

He stays still, staring after you. But of course, you know he’s not about to let this matter drop. At all. A part of you is feeling confident and tries to convince you that you’re doing the right thing, but another part starts questioning if it was a good idea to go through with all this crap. You reach the bedroom and head for the bathroom to change in your pjs, thinking back to how you got to this point.

They say that all is fair in love and war. You’d never really taken that into consideration. That is, until Beej came along. Or better, since he came along and then obviously started harboring feelings towards you, and then did everything in his power to deny it, especially to himself. But you knew him… Oh, you knew him so well. Every sarcastic remark, every joke, everything he did to try and annoy or upset you was merely a demonstration of how much he really was falling for you. Truthfully, you’d started to feel the same towards him too, after noticing this. But stubbornly, you refused to make the first move. He was the one who was denying his feelings, therefore he was also the one who had to get a fucking grip and deal with the situation. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you had to make sure he wanted you enough to get over his dumb pride and own up to what he was feeling. So of course, you’d decided to provoke him and had begun to go out with Mark. Mark, who was a pretty decent guy: he was a co-worker, he was cute, he’d been asking you out for a while, he was polite and charming…and of course, he was a complete bore. Especially when compared to Beej. But you’d been resilient in your mission: if shaking up Beetlejuice meant putting him in front of the harsh truth - which was, that if he didn’t get a move on, you certainly wouldn’t wait for him for ever - meant forcing yourself to go out on a few dates with Mark, you could handle it. After all, Mark wasn’t a bad guy: he always brought you flowers, came to pick you up and let you decide where to go and what to do. If he wasn’t so dreadfully vanilla, you may have actually found him interesting. But alas, you did not. It was all a charade, but you justified if by telling yourself that this was the only way to see if you could finally push Beej to do something. Anything. If he wanted you, he had to step his game up and do something about it. It was weird enough as it is: a human and a ghost hardly made for the perfect couple. But you’d consciously thrown the last piece of ‘normality’ out the window the moment Beej had entered your life, so what was the point in dwelling on how ‘normal’ this situation could be? To hell with normal. You were seeking other things. Excitement. Thrills. Passion. Happiness. Nobody said the only way to find these things was to deal with them ‘normally.’

You wash your face and force yourself out of your thoughts once again. You slip on your nightgown and wrap your silk robe around yourself. You look in the mirror and wonder if you’d overdone it. Beej was an idiot for disregarding his feelings, but that didn’t mean you had to be such a bitch to him. Besides, what if your dumb plan backfired and you ended up losing him for good? He may be acting stupid, but you certainly weren’t acting any better. You sigh and close your eyes, hiding your face behind your hands. Your temples are pulsing and you were feeling dizzy. The alcohol’s probably starting to really take its toll on you. The best thing to do is just to get into bed and fall asleep, but you know you have to face him before you could do that. And sure enough, when you open the bathroom door you find him sitting on your bed, shoulders slouched forward and arms resting on his thighs. His head is hanging low, as if he’s lost in thought. Strangely, you noticed that the red is almost all gone from his hair now, and his locks have turned back to his normal emerald green. He must’ve calmed himself, you think. When he hears the bathroom door open he looks up. For a few seconds you both stare at each other in silence. Then, he sighs deeply, shaking his head.

“You’re a drunk mess, babes,” he says defeatedly, “You should just go to sleep and get this over with… I’ll leave you to rest, I’m clearly not needed here.” He starts getting up but you stop him in his tracks.

“Wait!”

Puzzled, he cocks his head to the side, “What now?”

“Wait!” you repeat, stepping forward with your hand outstretched and stumbling towards him. God, you’re completely drunk. You keep repeating this fact over and over to yourself, but damn, it’s true. He raises an eyebrow, watching you intently as you fumble your way to the bed and sit down besides him. You take a few moments to recompose yourself, trying to straighten yourself up and pretend as though your head isn’t exploding and your vision isn’t going blurry.

“What, did you change your mind and need me to tuck you into bed?” He asks sarcastically, seeing right through your act.

“N-o,” you reply, shooting him an upset glare, “I just…wanted to talk.”

“Uh, that’s what I’ve been trying to do since you got your drunk ass home,” he points out, turning his body towards you, “You didn’t really look like you were interested….”

“Noooo,” you slur, swapping at his hand and shaking your head, “That’s because you were being so…so…so angry and moody and annoying!”

“Oh, well, that’s a good way to start a conversation…”

“Come ooon, Beej! You know what I mean…”

“Yeah, and in the morning I doubt you’ll know what anything you say now means, so…”

“Hey, knock it off! I’m not that drunk, you know,” you say defensively, frowning at him. He closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head, but at least it looks like he’s willing to stay…for now.

“I know you don’t like the idea of me going out with Mark,” you start, and you immediately shush him when you see him open his mouth to reply, “But it’s not really like that, you know? I mean… he’s a nice guy, he really is. And all he wants to do is take me out to these fancy restaurants and spend some time together…at least that’s what he says, I’m not entirely sure it’s all that,” you’re rambling freely right now, but you can’t help yourself, the words just keep rolling out of your mouth. Beetlejuice observes you quietly, his eyes scrutinizing your face and the way you move your hands while you continue, “I know you think he’s a loser and you’re probably right, but you know, there’s nothing wrong with just hanging out with people a little bit, you know, just to try it, but like I’m not even sure….I mean,” you take a deep breath and, before you can help yourself, you tilt your head and lean it on Beej’s shoulder. You feel him tense up for a moment. You realize you’re basically leaning your entire side against him. But at this point, you’re too drunk to do anything about it. Or to care, really. Throw caution to the wind, you think. Who gives a flying fuck? You shake your head and persist, “I mean…he’s not like you,” you slur, trying to steady your head from bobbing forward, “Definitely not like you, I mean,” you turn your head, “I bet if it were you, you know, doing all this shit and everything…I bet that you would take very, very good care of me, hm?” You look up and see him gazing right back at you, a strange look in his eyes. Your breath becomes unsteady. His expression is filled with meaning. You suddenly feel very, very warm. You feel your cheeks begin to flush, the heat radiating through your body. You are hyperaware of how close your faces are. But instead of feeling intimidated, you gather up the courage to continue, “You would…Wouldn’t you?”

For a moment, he stands perfectly still. Then, as if in slow motion, you see him leaning towards you. You instinctively start to close your eyes, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not quite, at least. Instead, your feel his breath on your face - isn’t it weird how his breath can be so warm, when he isn’t even fully alive? - as he tentatively hovers above your lips for a moment. His green eyes examine your face. He gently nudges your nose with his, and you raise your head slightly. You feel his lips graze your cheek and smile slightly. He plants a small, tentative kiss on your jaw…then another on the corner of your mouth…you part your lips expectantly. This sudden physical contact is making your head spin even more, and is sending the most delightful shivers running down your neck and arms. His mouth hovers above yours, and as you barely feel his lips graze yours you close your eyes in anticipation, when…

“Forget it,” he murmurs, pulling back. With a sigh, he clears his throat and stands up. “Sorry about that, babes…I should be going, you need some sleep.”

You stare at him, mouth gaping open. Was he being serious right now?

“What the fuck do you mean?” You ask, unable to keep your voice from quivering slightly. Your heart is pounding in your chest. You can’t believe he’s being such a coward…and now? Like this?

“Listen, babes, I get it,” he raises his hands defensively, “I’m an idiot, okay? Let’s pretend this whole conversation never happened, you’re better off just worrying about that Mark fellow…”

“What are you talking about?!” You can hear your voice rising as you get up, fists on your side. Now he’s really getting on your nerves. “What does Mark have to do with this now?!?!”

“Look, babes, I know the truth, okay?” He shakes his head, “I know that he’s….” He frowns, looking away as he struggles to find the words. You notice two streaks of dark blue hair peek out beneath his green locks. “He’s tall, dark, handsome…shit, he looks like he belongs in a fucking Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue! And… well, fucking hell, look at me!” He lifts his shoulders and drops his arms in defeat by his side, before adding in a dark murmur, “Besides…that bastard’s… Alive.”

Your mouth is hanging open. You can’t believe the words that are coming out of his mouth. Especially after the moment you just shared. Especially after what you had just told him! How stupid can this demon be?! And finally, you decide: enough it enough. You stride up to him with confidence, and he looks at you with a puzzled expression.

“And that bastard’s not you, you dumb, moronic demon!”

“Wha-?”

You cut him off by grabbing his tie and pulling him to you, crashing your mouth to his. He’s taken aback, but only for a second, before he grabs your waist and starts kissing you back ardently. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. He responds by tugging at your sides, pulling you with equal fervor against his body. He deepens the kiss fervently, and as you stumble back your legs hit the bed, sending you both toppling backwards on the soft mattress. He doesn’t stop kissing you. On the contrary, as soon as your back hits the bed he keeps his mouth firmly on yours and pins you down against the cuscions. You feel him dragging one hand along your ribcage and tucking the other one beneath your buttocks, hoisting you forward and grinding himself against you. You gasp, instinctively spreading your legs and letting him settle between them. He breaks the kiss, but only for a second, before attacking your neck with little bites and nibbles. You arc your back, burying your hands in his hair, urging him on as he keeps kissing and licking your sensitive skin. You can’t find the words to describe what you’re feeling. Your head is spinning in the clouds. Your blood is churning in your veins. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, spreading across your chest and between your legs…it’s almost unbearable…and it’s delightful. When you feel his hand start grazing your breast, you moan loudly.

“Did…you…ever…” you hear him mumble between kisses, “…with him?”

“No…never…” you answer breathlessly.

He stops, and raises himself on his forearms to look at you, hovering above your face.

“Why?” He asks with a slight frown.

At this point, you figure there’s no point in trying to come up with other dumb lies.

“Because,” you confess, your breath still shallow, “Whenever he started to kiss me…I’d start seeing your face.”

You can tell by his stunned expression how much your answer strikes him. For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do. You wonder if you were wrong to be so direct. But then, you see him grin at you, shaking his head in disbelief as he mentally puts the pieces together.

“You…you are one crazy bitch,” he laughs softly, “You know that?”

“And you,” you reply promptly, gently cupping his face with your hands, “Are the most oblivious, stubborn, idiot ghost I’ve ever met.” His smile widens, and you stroke your thumb against his cheek.

“Come here, you…” you say softly, pulling him down to you and kissing him once again.

You close your eyes, reveling in his touch. He kisses you slowly, deeply, tasting you. He grazes his tongue against yours, exploring your mouth. You gently bite his lips, suckling on them as he hums appreciatively. You feel his grip on you tighten, and his hands start to roam all across your body. You let your hands glide down his back, before bringing them to his chest, blindly feeling for the buttons of his shirt and popping them open one after the other. He inches his way down your thighs, caressing them and making you shiver, before grasping the hem of your nightgown and lifting it upward, gliding his hands beneath the fabric. You gasp loudly when you feel his cold hands touch your bare skin. He silences you with another lustful kiss. You finish unbuttoning his shirt and impatiently tug at it, until he pulls back and manages to slip it off and toss it aside, momentarily breaking the kiss. You exchange a quick glance, and you silently give him permission to pull your nightshirt over your head as well, leaving you bare in front of him except for a pair of lacy panties. He breathes heavily, his eyes roaming wildly across your body, drinking you in. You start feeling self conscious, your chest rising and falling with each breath, and you search for his mouth again, hungrily pulling him to you. You’re not sure how this happened, but suddenly you’re aware that he’s gotten rid of his pants as well and is now only wearing striped boxers. You revel in the kiss, tugging and pulling at him, wanting to feel more of him, needing to have him as close as possible. He obliges, his weight pushing you delightfully into the mattress. You drag your leg against his and wrap it around his waist, and he groans loudly.

“I’m sorry,” he then whispers against your lips, eyes still closed, “I lost my fucking mind when you came back and I knew you were with him…”

“Stop talking about him,” you answer breathlessly, “He’s nothing…he never was nothing…this is all I care about…You are all I cared about…”

This confession seems to fuel him even more, and he kisses you again, devouring your mouth.

“Say it, babes…” he moans, “Please…”

His hands drag across your abdomen, caressing your stomach, your hips and your thighs, making your body shiver with pleasure. He dips his hand tentatively between your legs and you almost lose it.

“W-what?” You barely manage to answer as he goes back to biting your neck, nipping at every sensitive spot of your skin.

“Tell me you’re mine…” he whispers in your ear, before biting down on a particularly sensible spot and sucking on your skin. He roughly grinds his hips into yours, sending a shock of pleasure through your entire body. You moan loudly, your eyes rolling back in your head as your push yourself against him, spreading your legs even more. You clutch onto his shoulders, your nails raking his back, and you hear him moan in appreciation.

“Babes…”

“I’m yours...” You gasp out. Encouraged by your words, he slips his hands beneath you and grabs your buttocks, grinding into you again. Your moans echo in the room. He’s already driving you insane, and you are loving every second of it.

“Say it again…”

“I’m yours, Beetlejuice…Only yours...” you whimper, biting down on his shoulder as he keeps bucking his hips against yours. He hisses when he feels your teeth on his skin, urging you to do it again.

“Yes, baby…” he moans, pulling his head back, “Tell me you want to be mine…”

“I want…to be yours…”

You’ve lost all rational thought by now, but when you feel his hands reach for your thong, you gasp and he stops for a moment. You look at him: he’s staring at you with an uncertain expression in his eyes. He’s panting, but he doesn’t move.

“Babes…” he whispers, “If you’re not sure…Please…”

For a moment, you just stare at him. You can feel your heart pounding inside your chest. And truly, looking at the flustered - and now pink haired - demon in front of you, you realize you’ve never wanted anything so much in your whole life. Slowly, you gather up your courage and grasp the border of your thong, lifting your hips to take it off. Then, you lean forward, reaching out and gently taking hold of his boxers, pulling them down as well. He kicks them out of the way and stares at you, transfixed. There’s a moment of silence, filled with unspoken words that race between the two of you. Then you place your hands on his hips, pulling yourself up against him. You look right into his eyes, not wanting to break this contact.

“Make me yours,” you whisper.

He closes the space between you, kissing you softly as you fall back down on the pillows. You close your eyes and allow yourself to be enveloped in a haze of pleasure and warmth, anticipating what’s to come.

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— ( harry styles, cismale, he/him ) &. * — meet ( cornelius ‘ oliver ’ edwards ) ! ( he ) is ( twenty five ) years old and has lived in st. helens for ( two ) years . when they’re not helping the town prepare for halloween , they work as a ( baker ) . around here, they’re known to be ( idealistic ) & ( intuitive ) yet ( unpredictable ) & ( destructive ) and apparently their favorite fall activity is ( visiting the farmer’s market ) . safe to say it really wouldn’t be halloweentown without them !

hiya! i am kt &+ underneath the read more is a LOT of info about my bb, cornelius/oliver. ** insert clown emoji but make ‘em yee-haw ** if you’d like to plot you can reach me on here or at space cowboy#8536 on discord !! <33 v excited to interact with y’all and your bbs !!

( DISCLAIMER : THIS IS LONG - WOW !!! just felt a lot of muse !!! apologies !! )

𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖘

name: cornelius oliver edwards.

nicknames: ollie, ol, lee !! literally whatever - “hey, you” dkjfgn

gender: cismale. pronouns: he, him.

age: twenty-five.

birthday: june 27th.

zodiac: cancer !!

orientation: pansexual / panromantic.

occupation: baker // aspiring filmmaker.

languages spoken: english & french.

𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

- PINTEREST - featuring his wardrobe, his home, his aesthetic, some character inspo and olive, his german shepard pup !!

- SPOTIFY PLAYLIST - what oliver is currently listening to !!

personality type: INFJ-T / THE ADVOCATE

moral alignment: chaotic good

style-wise: oliver is v stylish, but isn’t overly flashy by any means. he’s intuitive in the sense of what works and what doesn’t. willing to explore the latest wardrobe craze, but also just likes what he likes and likely won’t venture out unless pressed by another to do so. post coming soon for his wardrobe !!! they say that the cancer man’s clothing is selected to reflect “ sophistication over flash “ but kdgjn i’ll let ya’ll be the judge of that. he’s v much harry inspired clothing wardrobe, but also tones it down with some casual looks, especially with being in the bakery and getting his hands dirty in creative aspects !!

𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉

oliver was born in kent, england. he’s the youngest in his family of three, having an older brother and sister w/ two loving parents. when he was nine, his family packed up and moved to southern california, where they resided until oliver left for college on the east coast - his family trading off between living back in england and on the west coast throughout the year. upon moving to a new country at a young age, oliver truly found himself via escaping into various books and movies. often attempting to write his own and would force encourage his siblings to act his skits/plays out for his parents enjoyment. growing up, oliver also enjoyed playing all types of sports ( his parents kind of threw him in hoping he’d make friends ), but when it came down to it, athletic abilities-wise, there truly wasn’t anything that he wasn’t ‘ good ‘ at, and that’s simply because he’s always been such a competitive individual / as well as a perfectionist. that competitive/perfectionist energy caused him to go home and practice a skill or trick for hours in order to be able to come back the next day and whoop everyone’s asses. throughout highschool ; oliver was a v dedicated student. although he’s a bit reckless and loved to goof off, he was always acing classes and applying himself. he genuinely cares for others, you could’ve seen his ass volunteering at a soup kitchen with his mom on sundays and what not, as well as take part in various clubs and sports ! just SOFT and sportythings.

post-high school, oliver attended NYU double majoring in film & television and dramatic writing. despite his extensive and well received portfolio, oliver has always been a perfectionist and overcritical of his work, unwilling to share his projects with anyone until he deems them to be ~ perfect ~ himself. after graduating, he spent a year traveling, trying to find a bit of inspiration around him and taking up odd jobs to get some $$ of his own, dog walking, attempting his best at being a handy man, etc !! he moved back home to socal, and eventually made his way up to st.helen’s after he was sent a job posting for the bakery in town !! although he knows he doesn’t want to pursue a career in baking forever, he’s enjoying his time while trying to find a bit more muse for his future film&writing career.

overall, oliver can come off as a bit reserved, and distant whether that be a result of his untrusting nature of others, or simply unfamiliarity. it takes a bit of time before he feels comfortable to share his true opinion / commentary / only doing so when he feels secure to do so. he’s not necessarily unfriendly, just a bit distant / lost in his thoughts. which varies, as with most ppl ofc, upon person to person and his level of comfortability among them. despite his often lack of conversation, he abhors an uncomfortable silence to settle and will fill it with nonsense to simply avoid the feeling altogether. so, if you ever want to catch him rambling, just making him uncomfortable dkjfngdf. he definitely approaches most things with a bit of ‘ tough love ‘ . he doesn’t mind getting into a quarrel or two if he knows its worth the outcome he’s envisioned. oliver will tell others when they are fucking up, and if they are throwing a punch as a result - catch him leaning into it, which explains his bout of reckless antics. he can come off as a know it all, when it comes to advice giving, but more so because he thinks he’s really good at analyzing others and situations they are in, not necessarily because he’s lived through them himself, he’s just rather intuitive and able to empathize quite easily with others despite his verbal admittance of it. when it comes down to this binches reckless bits, he just feels so intensely that he ends up numbing himself in the aftermath of it all ( especially bc he’s definitely not sharing those feelings with the people around him ), therefore he’s willing to put himself into harms way in order to get a bit of that - happiness / pain, it doesn’t matter to him as long as he no longer feels overwhelmed by numbness. so, if ya see him with some scrapes and stitches ~ mind ya business. but he’ll likely try to drag somebody else into it, and make it seem like it was their idea. but if he is truly comfortable with somebody, he walks a fine line of won’t stop talking, especially if it’s an interest of his, and comfortable silence.

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 & 𝖍𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖘

he is a CANCER, therefore in this essay i will..... kidding but here’s some fun cancer info i saw that applies to my bb !! at first he appears to be wistful, sarcastic ( maybe a lil crabby ) , shy, distant and mysterious. this personality remains if he isn’t completely comfortable around somebody. but overall, that’s just his facade, his ‘smokescreen’ of sorts to scare off the world from his outwards persona. underneath that layer ( makes me think of shrek metaphor with onions // don’t mind me ), BUT he’s gentle, kind and affectionate ( if you manage to make it to that level * bell dings * ) !!! overall, oliver is a sensitive soul, a bit emotional although he’d rather d*e than show that to others. likely will internalize anything that can hurt his feelings / a low blow and will do something chaotic as a result later on bc of it. very polite, and a little worldly, he is truly the epitome of old-school gentlemanly manners. chivalry coming as a second nature to him !!

that was getting ramble-y, so continuing HERE. but when it comes to romance, as per the cancer man, the concept of love is a mystery, one that oliver is trying to attain. however, his shyness and innate distrust of others make it difficult for him to allow himself to fall in love. his guard is always up when it comes to his emotions, and it’ll take a bit of prodding before he’s willing to speak up on what’s desired from him. he’s v picky when it comes to finding the “ partner of his dreams “ - but he’s def willing to throw himself into the romance of the situation, i.e. buying flowers, riding white horses, and slaying metaphorical dragons. the traditional side means that he will shower his partner with thoughtful gifts, wine and dine them in the best restaurants, and try to grant their every wish. he will take the garbage out, fix that wobbly shelf, navigate on road trips, and kill more so trap and release bugs for his partner, and most important of all he will do it all without being asked. his loyalty and keen attention to the needs and wants of his potential partner. so basically, more so willing to showcase through actions than speak on it. it’s the little things, right ??!?!?! he def cherishes not just the act of being in a relationship, but what it means to become one with another person in mind, body, and soul.

prides himself on being able to make a mean cup of coffee, likely the worst person to watch a movie with bc he knows exactly how it’s going to end after only watching five minutes of it, he has a godawful sense of direction, will walk in circles for fifteen minutes before even raising a question about it/noticing ( but he refuses to acknowledge it. )

his house, car, workspace, junk drawer, closet….you name it - it’s organized, practically sparkling. often times arranged by color, and / or style. nothing is ever out of place, and if it is - there’s trouble brewing. but, more than anything, if he’s visiting somebody’s place and it’s messy, he will spend a solid thirty minutes picking everything up before doing whatever it is that was intended.

likes : reading, flowers, handwritten notes/letters, deep cleaning, baking, curating soundtracks for his film projects, watching the history channel and true crime docs and playing / watching hockey !!

dislikes : artichoke, clutter, sandals ( fkjgh ), unrealistic plotlines in movies &+ burnt coffee.

habits : smoking cigarettes - although he’s been meaning to quit. likely has a severe caffeine addiction, although he’s now normalized having six cups of coffee throughout his day. he’s an early riser, no matter how little the amount of sleep he’s received, he’s always the first to rise - for his early morning runs !!

strengths: creative, insightful, inspiring, convincing, determined and passionate, decisive, altruistic, intuitive !!

weaknesses: sensitive, extremely private, perfectionist, low-key always needs to have a cause / purpose, can burn out easily !!

overall : oliver truly strives to be kind, and genuinely wants for everyone to get along. treat people with kindness and the like. he has the best of intentions, but often times that can get a bit muddled with the way he goes about things due to his bit of chaotic energy / as well as his often points of getting lost in his thoughts. he won’t realize he’s been quiet for the last three hours unless it’s mentioned to him. he will do anything to lighten a dark mood, and will sacrifice / throw himself under the bus if its needed. however, he also is the type to cause the dark mood depending on the day. wahoo! his more reckless antics increase when he’s feeling a bit emotional !! but he’ll likely try and convince somebody to propose the idea so it’s not on him.

𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

in an attempt to throw himself into the town’s traditions and what not, after moving to st. helen’s oliver decided it was upon himself to put on a very spooo0ooky haunted house! so, catch him converting his home into a haunted house for the month of october !!! nothing cheesy either !! it’s more a psychological scare dkjgn with some gore elements !! EnTeR iF yOu DaRe !!!

he bounced around playing sports growing up, but favored ice hockey and field lacrosse out of them all.

HE WANTS TO JOIN A BOOKCLUB PLEASE !!!!!!!! or at least have some casual moments of silence with another reading. plz and tysm.

he is a vegetarian ! he has been since his freshman year of high school and has no plans on eating seafood/meat ever again.

he loves fancy wine ~ he’s cultured. visits seb’s winery v often !!!

he can play the drums !!

he collects vintage matchbooks and the stickers off of various fruits ( he puts them in a little notebook - can be found on his bookshelf ).

saves handwritten notes and letters from pals.

he loves to garden !!!! he has a specified rose shearing hat.

to make things a bit simple, he has all of harry’s tattoos !! might add more along the way !! stay tuned, folks !!

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

honestly, i am so up for anything !!! please accept this ramble of ideas thrown below. if you have any other ideas, lmk !!!! <3333 :’-)

( 2 / 2 ) - BFFZ : the z for an added emphasis dkfjgnd. somebody who likely has a key to oliver’s house, they can enjoy one anothers company as well as the bouts of comfortable silence. you know how best friends are but kdjfngd still !! whether they are likeminded or polar opposites that just flow ~~ down for anything !! even a trio of sorts ?!

( 0 / ?? ) - MUSE(S) : somebody that he often strikes inspo from for his short films and what not !! or has starred/he plans to have them star in his future compilations of sorts !! can be simply from their own ideals, their look / ~vibe~ dkfjgn // whatever !!

( 1 / 1 ) - RIDE OR DIE / CHAOTIC COMPANION : it would be wrong to say one is the more likely the bad influence over the other, although oliver may just be. these two find themselves bounding into, well hell, ( i guess??? ) together. playing on one anothers impulsiveness and if one ends up in the back of a police car, the other is handcuffed to them. and yet despite the length of their potential injuries, they find themselves thinking of something crazier to subject them to the next time around.

( 1 / 1 ) - GUARDIAN ANGEL / GOOD INFLUENCE : with ollie being a bit chaotic in nature, he needs somebody that is likely going to steer him clear from all the ideas that’ll bring him to the brink of disaster. he’s impulsive and in that desperate attempt to feel again, he’s very likely to bring a bit of mayhem upon himself. so while they may be worrying and attempting to talk his ideas down, he’s trying to get them to go along with his plan. it may be rare that he actually takes their advice, but when he does it seems to be for the best.

( 0 / 1 ) - PARTY FRIEND : these two know how to have a good time together. despite the amount of alcohol they are throwing back and the shenanigans they find themselves in as a result, this is a time where they also find themselves confiding in one another. if you look at their camera rolls, it’s likely they have tons of embarrassing and unflattering videos and pics of one another, in between their sob-worthy confessionals and venting/rants. these two trust one another, and although they love getting wreckT together, they find themselves discussing very raw and personal details. likely the only person oliver confides in, simply bc he’s completely plastered.

( 1 / 1 ) - SIBLING-LIKE RELATIONSHIP : these two have a love/hate relationship, very sibling like filled with pranks, competition, teasing and playful banter. however, when it comes down to it they have so much love and respect for one another. they know that no matter what happens they will always have one anothers back and be supportive of the other. truly a pure content filled relationship.

okay quick mention, ENEMY PLOTS ?!?!?!?!?!? i would live for one. i can’t imagine oliver being hardcore nasty, but i’d like to see whatever version comes out for this. so let’s get it djfngjakdfg maybe they just hold different viewpoints on the world and what not and clash, anything really !!! v open !!

( 1 / 1 ) - MENTOR - oliver needs a bit of structured or unstructured guidance, all depending on what their deemed mentor is wanting to impart on him, a bit of wisdom or slight chaos. kdjfgn he’ll take anything !! life advice in any and all aspects. maybe they come into the bakery, or maybe they help him with his garden. who knows, i certainly don’t know how they met, but we’ll figure it out ?!?!

RANDOM LITTLE IDEAS : maybe they’ve heard of one another in town, but haven’t quite met yet! or maybe they see each other around all the time, but have yet to introduce themselves to one another but low-key maybe in some online forum for the town together ?! who knows some fun things kdjnfg i AM OPEN !

ooh maybe a slowburn of sorts ?! something spicy to wreck ollie’s and my life with. dkfjgn we can base this off of chemistry !!! :’-)

#( ❛ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ | ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ . )#htintro #excited to plot with y'all <3333 :)

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jeffxwittek · 5 years

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Face Down (Part 2) | Jeff x Reader x Boyfriend

A/N: i’m mad at myself for not double checking that google docs saved what i added in part one, so i guess i just have to attempt from here to fix the mess part 1 was... hope you enjoy? - oh and the first part doesnt have jeff but JEFF ALL THE WAY IN THE SECOND HALF I PROMISE. not as much fluff as i would like in this. and also heres a link to the song face down since i didn’t put it with part 1 as well -- part 3 is def gonna happen btw

Plot: It’s the day after your friends found out how your boyfriend treats you and they are trying hard to be supportive, especially Jeff. (Under KEEP READING cuz it’s kinda long?) Warnings: Mentions of abuse (physical & verbal), cheating (i’m against it, but it worked with the story)

You’re sleeping on the couch in David’s living room as you hear the quick footsteps of Natalie and David moving around in the kitchen in attempts to not wake you. You open your eyes and don’t move as to not surprise your two friends. You just lay silent and listen to them have their conversation

“I never liked him,” you hear Natalie say in a blunt whisper.

“None of us did. We just didn’t think he was hurting her,” you notice him sigh and hear him put something down on the counter.

“It must have broken Jeff last night to see what went down,” Natalie says.

Jeff? Why would Jeff be broken? Yes, he’s my friend so he cares about me, but broken? You run through the thought process as you continue to silently lay on the couch.

“For a guy who puts up a front of being this bad-ass ex-convict, he’s totally soft when it comes to Y/N. He won’t actually admit it though,” David states.

You know it’s time to let them know you’re awake and raise your arm above the back cushion of the couch. “’Morning,” you greet them with a raspiness in your voice. You slide off the couch and make your way into the kitchen to meet with them.

David and Natalie both look surprised like they were caught doing or saying something they weren’t supposed to.

You nod your head over to the coffee maker. “May I?”

They both respond in unison, “Yeah.”

You pull a mug from the cabinet above and pour yourself coffee and head over to the fridge for some milk. “So,” you turn around to them and place the coffee and milk on the counter. “I want to say that I’m sorry for last night. Thomas and I had been fighting all day. We really shouldn’t have come last night. I didn’t mean to cause a scene. I feel horrible about putting you all in the middle of that. I just thought that if we were around other people it would stop the bickering for a couple hours, but I guess not. He’s just stressed out at work and I upset him and--.” You quickly get cut off by David.

“Y/N. No. Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. You came over here to hang out and have a fun time with your friends and that douchebag ruined it.” David says trying to comfort you.

“He’s really not that bad. I know the past couple times he’s been around it seems that way, but he’s just rough around the edges. He’s not horrible. I promise”

David rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Not horrible? Y/N. Listen to me. I’ve seen plenty of people in my life be in fucked up relationships and I can see that he doesn’t treat you right. We call can. We just never suspected he was hurting you.”

You act taken about. “Hurting me?” You almost yell the question. “He’s not hurting me!”

“Then how’d you get the bruise, Y/N?” Natalie jumps in.

“On my chest? Like I told Corinna last night, I dropped my curling iron! Not a big deal! It slipped!” You walk past David and Natalie towards the front door.

“Where are you going?!” David yells after you. “We’re trying to help you!”

You spin back around to look at the two of them. “If you were trying to help, you would listen. Everything’s fine! We’re just in a rough patch right now.” You slide on your shoes from the night before and grab your purse before looking at them again. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go back home to my boyfriend.” You sigh and look at David. “Thank you for the coffee. I’ll see you later.” You walk out of the house and slam the door without another word or looking back.

The moment you step outside though, you realize Thomas drove you here and you have no way back home. You could call him, but he would try to fight with you the whole time. An Uber? Too expensive. You look down at your phone and try to think of who to call. Jeff. You remember the conversation with him last night and he said if you need anything, to tell him. You open your contacts and scroll to his name. You hover your thumb over his name for a second before hitting the screen and putting the phone up to your ear. You feel like it rings forever before it picks up on the other end.

“Hello?” You hear a muffled, tired voice on the other end.

“Oh. Geez. I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’ll call someone else. Go back to bed.” You start to pull the phone away from your ear as you hear him say something.

“No, no. It’s okay. I need to get up anyway and feed Nerf. What’s up?” Jeff sounds concerned as the words escape from his mouth.

You’re quiet for a second unsure what to actually say and just breath into the phone.

“Y/N. Are you okay?” Jeff says as you hear him moving things around on his end.

“Um, yeah. I just-- Could you pick me up at David’s? I didn’t know who else to call.”

“I’ll be right there. Meet you at the curb?”

“Meet you at the curb. Thank you, Jeff.” You hang up the phone and make your way down David’s driveway and past his gate to wait at the curb for Jeff.

It feels like forever before Jeff pulls up and you climb into the passenger seat. “Thank you so much for picking me up. Thomas left with the car last night and so I had no way home.”

“It’s no problem. I would have been here sooner but I had to stop for this.” He picks a coffee cup out of the middle cupholder and hands it to you. “White mocha, extra whip cream.”

“You didn’t have have to get me coffee,” You say as you take the cup from him. “But, thank you.” You take a long sip as the warm liquid fills your body and you instantly feel better after the argument you had with Natalie and David. “How’d you know I like white mocha’s?”

Jeff let’s out a small laugh. “Because that’s the only thing ya order anytime we go anywhere and ya refuse to go to the coffee shop around the corner because they don’t have it on their menu.” He starts to pull away from the curb and drive down the road.

“What kind of coffee place doesn’t have a white mocha?” You almost scream. “It’s essential to have on any coffee menu.” You take another sip of the drink before placing it back in the cupholder. “Thank you again, though.”

Silence fills the car for a minute before Jeff finally speaks up. “So you and Thomas. What’s the deal?”

“What do you mean?” You respond acting oblivious to the situation that played out the night before.

“I don’t mean to be blunt, Y/N.” He sighs and you see him fiddle with his fingers on the steering wheel. “But, does he hurt ya? Physically?”

There it is. The one question everyone wanted to ask last night. Your mind thinks and attempts to come up with a lie, yet you come up with nothing.

“I provoke him. It’s really not his fault. I just need to be careful on what I do and say.” You’re silent for a moment. “Plus I need to be careful on what I wear and who I talk to. Those are just some things that upset him.” You hear no response from Jeff, but you see him drive right past your street. “Jeff! Where are you going?”

“I’m taking you to my place,” Jeff says as he continues to drive to his apartment.

“You can’t make me go to your apartment. Pull over and I’ll just get out here,” You say with demand in your tone.

Jeff pulls into a parking lot and stops his car. As you reach for the door handle he locks the car. “What the fuck, Jeff?” You almost yell at him and pound your foot on the floorboard of his car.

He turns to look at you after pulling his keys out of the ignition. “First, stop acting like a child. Second, tell me why ya wanna go back to see him. And third, can’t ya tell I’m tryin’ help ya?” He looks at you with pleading eyes and reaches for your hand and you quickly pull away.

“He’s my boyfriend. Even if we don’t always get along, we’re together and I need to go home and see him.” You let out a heavy sigh you didn’t know you were holding in and whisper to yourself, “I just hope he’s still not mad about last night.

“Damnit, Y/N. Can’t ya see that you deserve so much better? You’re smart and funny and energetic. You light up a room when you walk into it. Find someone who matches that and will help bring those qualities out more.”

“And who’s gonna do that, Jeff? People aren’t really lined up to date me. If you can’t tell, I’m kind of a mess and--.”

Next thing you know Jeff’s lips are crashing into your’s and you find your arms quickly wrapping around his neck. You can suddenly smell the mixture of toothpaste and coffee from his breath and feel how his lips are slightly chapped.

Fuck. What am I doing? I’m with Thomas! But, this feels amazing. You run through your head everything that makes this so wrong and so right at the same time. After what feels like forever, you pull away and see Jeff quickly wipe his bottom lip with his thumb.

“I-- Um-- I’m sorry.” Jeff stutters out the words and fumbles with his keys picking them up from the dashboard. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He nervously puts the keys back in the ignition and starts the car. After backing up and starting his way out of the parking lot, he tells you he’ll take you back to your apartment. “If ya really wanna go back home, I’ll take ya. But I need ya to promise that the moment something happens, ya give me a call.”

“Can we actually just go to your place right now?” You reach for his arm that’s now sitting on the middle console. You suddenly wanted to be with Jeff a little longer. “I think some hanging out away from Thomas a little longer is something I need.”

“Of course. My apartment it is.”

The rest of the drive is silent, yet you feel at peace knowing you don’t have to go back home to your boyfriend just yet.

—

Soon enough Jeff is parking his car in the parking garage and jumps out to run to your side of the car before you can unbuckle. He opens the door for you and helps you out.

“Well, thank you, sir,” you joke as you shift your purse strap onto your shoulder. You follow Jeff up the stairs to his place and walk in to notice bits and pieces that you’ve only ever seen in videos.

You place your purse against the wall by the front door and follow Jeff into his kitchen. “Um, I don’t mean to bother you about this. But do you have anything I could change into?” You look down at your jeans and shirt from the night before. “I’m just a bit uncomfortable.”

“Yea. Be right back.” Jeff disappears for a moment and comes back with a large t-shirt and sweats. “I tried to find the smallest sweats I had, so I hope these work.”

You take the clothes from Jeff and thank him before making your way to the bathroom to change. You look in the bathroom mirror and notice that your makeup is smeared and your hair is a mess. You use some tissues to wipe off your makeup and comb your hair with your fingers before putting it up into a bun. You change into the t-shirt and sweats only to find that the sweats drop straight back down to your ankles. At least the shirt covers my butt, you think to yourself. You walk out of the bathroom and notice Jeff sitting on the couch with the TV on. You put your folded clothes by your bag and walk over to him.

He notices you walk over and quickly realizes you’re not wearing pants. “Sweats too big?”

“Just a tad. I can throw my jeans back on if you want me to,” you say as you point over towards your stuff.

Jeff shakes his head. “No, no. It’s okay. C’mon and sit.” He pats the couch cushion right next to him.

You sit down next to him and plop your feet up on the coffee table. “So, about that kiss--”

“I’m so sorry about that. I shoulda taken the cue you were upset.” He turns to look at you and you can tell he really is sorry.

“It’s okay. It pulled me out of my little panic mode.”

“But, I did notice something.”

“And what’s that?” You look at him and cock your head to the side intrigued with what he’s about to say.

He licks his top lip and adjusts himself to face you, placing his arm on the back of the couch. “You kissed me back,” he says with a smirk.

You close your eyes for a moment and let a long breath out. “That I did.”

Jeff rubs the back of his neck with his and you can tell he’s nervous. “I know this may be inappropriate, but can I kiss ya again? Saying no is okay.”

You squeeze your lips together suddenly very thankful for the lip treatments you’ve been doing at home. You lean in and gently kiss Jeff and can’t help but smile at how warm his lips feel. Next thing you know his hands are on your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You let out a small laugh and pull away from his lips. “Should we be doing this?” You look at him with questioning eyes and hope he gives you the answer you want.

“Only if ya want to,” he says.

You’re silent for a moment. “I want to.” You grab his cheeks in your hands. “I really want to.”

—

Next thing you know an alarm is going off and as you open your eyes Jeff is rolling over to grab his phone. You suddenly remember that you haven’t checked your phone since Jeff picked you up the day before. Fuck. You run to check your phone and have what seems like 100 messages from Thomas.

“Nice job being a bitch last night.”

“Having fun with your idiot friends?”

“Not replying? Fine. Make me angry.”

“Do you like pissing me off?”

“Where the hell are you Y/N? Stop being a baby and come home.”

“You are in for so much shit when I see you.”

Your mind is racing as you read through all the messages of anger and threats sent to you. As your vision is beginning to be impaired by tears filling your eyes, you feel a set of strong hands on your shoulders and you jump while letting out a scream.

“Hey, hey. It’s just me.” Jeff spins you around and lifts your chin so you make eye contact with him. “It’s just me. You’re okay.” He goes to rub your upper arm before he notices your phone and all the messages that Thomas has sent. He grabs the phone from your hand and starts to read them.

“Jeff!” You yell with a crack in your voice and attempt to reach for your phone. “Give that to me! It’s private!”

“Y/N. He’s threatening ya. This isn’t normal. This isn’t healthy!” He places the phone in his pocket. “You’re not getting this back right now. Ya need to separate yourself from him.”

You start hitting his chest with your fists and screaming. “Jeff! Give me my phone! I need my phone! I need to go home! He’s mad!” You can feel your cheeks turning red and notice your limbs going week as you fall into Jeff. You let out a small crying whimper.

Jeff finds his way to the ground and holds you close to him and rubs your arms and back calming you down. “Look what he’s doing do you, Y/N.”

“I don’t know what to do.” You cry into his chest while trying to catch your breath.

Jeff let’s out a heavy sigh. “We’ll figure something out, Y/N. I promise.” He continues to rub your back while your tears fade away and you fall asleep right there in his lap while he sits on the floor.

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fmlfpl · 5 years

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Lineup Lamentations - GW34

Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week + Walsh on Wildcard.

WALSH

TRANSFERS:

Wildcard madness. Will go full team below.

GK:

Ederson (cry)

Ederson & Foster. Pretty simple combo here. Will start Eddy this GW and look to Foster as a great BB backup GK option for their double in 35. City have kinda weird fixtures from here to the end of the season but I still expect them to pick up some cleans so will be happy to have Ederson I think for the rest of the year.

DEF:

Welp since Kane died and everything got turned upside down I went from never looking at anything but five at the back to starting three defenders. Robbo, Trent, and Duffy are my starters this GW with Kola and VVD on the bench. Despite spending a long time with Mo in my tinkers after Kane died I decided to back my gut which tells me Mo is not worth his price... Kola is just a whatever pick who I will BB in for 35 with one home fixture and has a good start in GW37. He'll be on the bench for all of their away fixtures as things currently stand. Can only hope that he plays both games in the double but am not too convinced about that.

Robertson & Alexander-Arnold (CHE)

I still think Livp are the best defense in the league and trebling for the rest of the season I can only hope will lead to big points. I'm going to bench the CB this week since I feel like the fullbacks have a better chance at an assist than he does for a goal.

Duffy (BOU & CAR)

Finally, Duffy is just a fairly straightforward pick. Alon kept it simple and told me on the pod he'd probably be in. I obviously am not going heavy into Brighton since they are shit ass but having their most attacking defender feels fine for a start this week, a BB option for 35, and then a cheap bench guy for the last few games.

MID:

The guy who I'm benching in mid is Doucoure. One of my favorite guys who should be a great BB option for the double in 35 and someone who I might start a couple times before the season is done. As for starters this week:

Eriksen & Son (HUD)

I'm doubling on Spud mids with Eriksen and Son. The team sheet against Huddy this weekend has been highly speculated about given the two City games incoming, and frankly, I have no idea how Poch will pick it. In the end, I am not where I want to be in terms of OR and I'm punting on Spurs being able to - even without Kane - putting some goals in against the shit opposition that they face through to the end of the season.

Sterling (cry)

I've decided to stand by Raz in the end, and despite great concern over whether or not he will start this weekend I just think they are the best attack in the division and I want to have him in. It's an upside play and hopefully it comes off.

Redmond (WOL)

I'm starting Redderz this weekend home to Wolves with not very high expectations. Wolves are a huge rogue wild card for the rest of the term to me as they could either fight hard for Europa or head to the beach. Either way, I think it's a pretty reasonable fixture for Redmond.

FWD:

Agüero (cry)

Kun is in. Not someone I played around with really too much and someone who I think should get a decent point return from now until the end of the season.

Deeney (ARS)

Deeney is another guy who I haven't really played around with. I think home Arsenal is a great attacking fixture and they will have their tails up for the rest of the season, I expect, leading up to the FA Cup final.

Llorente (HUD)

Last guy and really trickiest guy is Fernando Llorenthe. Welcome in the side you Spanish donk. I don't really rate him, but when I look at what fixtures Spurs have as well as how I expect Poch to pick the teams, Llorente seems phenomenal to me for these shitty fixtures while he will play pacy Son/Lukash up top type things against City. At 5.1 he feels a very good gamble.

CAP:

Llorente (HUD)

As you know, dear reader, City players are off limits as they roll up to Selhurst for my captaincy. Perhaps I am putting good money after bad with my failed Callum cap punt last week, but I am on Llorente. Hear me out. I am very concerned whether or not Son will start since I think he is much more important for them up against City. For this reason I'm off him for cap. Eriksen feels a likely starter but I don't know what he's going to be up to in any given week - it's like capping Hazard to me. Without Kane, and likely without Alli, I'm not sure how he'll go. This leads me to Llorente. He is a diabolical player to start against City since he's slow as fuck and can't counter. With two City games book-ending the Huddy game I'm backing my own intuition on this one and hoping that Poch will see it the same way. I think that literally every other attacker on the team will be more likely to sub off than Llorente as I think he is a complete non-option to start midweek...so the 90 is appealing. Even a shit donk like Llorente should be able to do things against one of the worst teams in the division we have ever seen as far as I'm concerned. Tip of the spear, tip of my penis, let's see it Fernando.

ALON

TRANSFERS:

OUT: Brooks, Luiz

IN (for -4 points hit): Son, Vertonghen

TLDR: Huddersfield are shit.

So I haven’t been around all week just been working my ass off and now we’re here and I was just sorta yolo let’s take a hit and get good guys in... Sorry to everyone on Slack/Twitter that I didn’t have time to get to... Anyway Sonny boy in with Kane dead feels sorta self-explanatory... When Kane is away Sonny boy will play. Takes up the role as their main goalscorer, main outlet, main shot-taker, etc.. Good guy. And Vert has the nailedness, the banker this week, the double, and then several more bankers to end the season. Seems good.

GK:

Heaton (CAR)

Not feeling great about a clean in this one as Cardiff need all the points in the world so they should be properly gung-ho.. Hopefully save points from Tom here.

DEF:

Vertonghen (HUD)

Yeah easy.

Alexander-Arnold & Matip (CHE)

Should be a tight matchup and a clean is realistic imo. But it’ll be fucking tough.

MID:

Salah (CHE)

We all heard Chelsea fans’ new favorite song about their former player Mo, the racist scumbags that they are... Need Mo to fuck these posh cunt rentboy fucks for the good of the universe.

Sterling (cry)

Raz is great and Palace’s defense is now garbage.

Son (HUD)

Sonny in. Hatty incoming.

Ward-Prowse (WOL)

It would be really cool if JWP went another run of goals in three matches in a row or something like that right now. Did it in GWs 22-24, and in 28-30, so I duno 34-36 seems good to me. Go on Hames.

FWD:

Aguero (cry)

Kun’s good... Not feeling confident he starts but he might do and then he might score lots of points. We shall see.

Rondón (lei)

Couple blanks in a row but Sal is still a friend, forever a friend, with actually very good attacking fixtures from now through the end of the season except for GW37. Maybe he’ll tit me.

Barnes (CAR)

Barnesy in a great fixture but who knows with this lunatic? Shake the magic 8-ball and you either get a red card, an own goal, a brace, a pen, conceding a pen, donkey performance, brexit merchant, or any of the above in combinations. Who knows. Hopefully it’s points for me.

BENCH:

McNeil (CAR)

CAP:

Son (HUD)

Going with who I consider my highest upside guy in Son. Really could be a hatty and I think with 3.5 full days off before City in UCL they should be fine legs wise to go out and just dumpster on the shittiest team in the division. Shrug.

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jestbee · 6 years

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Fic: File it away

Summary: Footage on an old file needs converting and what they find is something quite extraordinary Tags: outsider perspective, funny, pinof, 2009 phan, 2017 phan, Words: 1436

Authors note: This is mostly an in-joke with @charlottekath and @ineverhadmyinternetphase so I apologise for the ridiculous premise. But I lost my shit discussing what might happen if someone needed to convert the old pinof 1 footage for some reason and decided it needed to be written up in fic form. Even if no one else finds it as funny as I do. I’ve probably not done the actual idea justice but... here it is guys.

[AO3 Link]

Fic under the cut

A dark room is lit by the glow of a monitor, Jake sits in his old wheelie desk chair with the peeling, cracked, black pleather and watches the blue loading bar creep along the screen. He has the client notes up alongside it and he scans them as the file finishing converting.

Client requests that footage is not to be watched.

It's not an unusual request. Jake's seen it before a bunch of times so it doesn't strike him as particularly odd.

He's stayed late to do this one. Theo has been a nightmare to live with lately, especially since they decided to re-do the lounge and Jake thinks he'll probably scream if he has to look at floor samples one more time. Theo can just have whatever he wants at this point, even if it is the light beech, which won't go with their pine coffee table at all.

The file isn't exactly a weird format, just something awkward from an old camera type that doesn't work with modern editing software. It's a standard job, rip the footage, convert it, stick it back on some modern storage solution so the customer can view 'yesterday's memories today' or whatever drivel is on their most recent flyer. Alan came up with it of course. Alan who probably doesn't even understand the process for doing this shit let alone the technical intricacies that go along with it. It's fine though, this one is simple.You lose a little of the clarity in the process but not so that you'd really notice. It's not like any of the footage in the old file types would be in high def anyway.

The bar reaches the end and he double clicks the file just to check it's converted properly. They promise discretion, like anywhere would, but the fact is it's necessary to confirm everything has gone smoothly by letting a few seconds of the footage run. It's usually quite hilarious, the things people decide to hide.

It's not immediately obvious why this is sensitive though. Two boys sit side by side, one in a soft grey hoodie or something, holding a piece of paper up to his face and the other in a yellow and black checked shirt. Jake lets it a run on a little, just to see what they'll do. He knows he shouldn't, but there's no harm. No one will find out.

"Do you have the questions?" the black haired one says.

He other one drops the paper from in front of his face and his chocolate eyes flick over to the other one as he nods.

Jake doesn't know why, but he doesn't click stop.

What follows is the two of them answering questions from the piece of paper the guy in the grey is holding. They're weird, and a few questions in they pick up a marker pen and lean closer to each other, drawing what appear to be cat whiskers on their faces. They're really close to each other and Jake thinks he knows what type of video this might be after all.

The answering of questions is weird but hey, whatever gets you going.

He leans back in his chair and watches the tension crackle between them on screen. They're cute.

"Why do you always draw cat whiskers on your face?"

Always? What the hell is this?

The next few minutes are the weirdest thing Jake has ever seen. And he's seen some pretty messed up shit come through this place. They answer questions, switching positions ever now again, rolling around on the bed and the floor, stopping every once in a while to say things like "Should we keep that in?" And "Don't worry, i'll edit all together out of order."

There are more questions and the brown haired guy has a crazy fascination with licking things and all in all it's a bit of a hot mess. The only thing he's certain about is that he recognises what's going on, the dance they're doing around each other. He can see why these memories are worth keeping.

He's still not sure what he's watching but apparently he's at the end as they begin to say goodbye. There's still a fair amount of the file left though. The darker haired one of the two is up close to the camera and Jake watches as a sly smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth and then he pounces backwards, knocking the other one to the ground.

Jake can't watch much more after that. It turns out it is one of those videos after all. He clicks stop just as the wet sound of kissing floods his speakers.

The screen goes black and he makes sure the file is in the correct place, takes out the drive and places it in the correct folder, leaving it in the out tray for collection. That's enough for tonight.

On his way out he digs his phone out of his pocket and dials his home number.

"Hey baby," he says when Theo answers, "...No, no. I just wanted to hear your voice."

He remembers what it's like to dance around someone like that. The youthful push and pull, diving on each other, rolling around on a carpet. All charged space and flirty newness of something growing between you. He'd forgotten, he supposes, lost it in the mundane everyday and decorating decisions.

"I'm on my way home," he says, and then, "yes of course baby, the light beech will be fine for the floor."

He grins. Not-so-new is good too.

In the morning he opens the shop again because Alan has decided he isn't coming in. He never comes in these days, because Jake can deal with the orders and collections as well as manning the desk up front so there's no real need.

Laura arrives after an hour to do the books and a bit of filing. She's nice enough and she always makes him a cup of tea but mostly she just sits in the back at the tiny desk with her calculator and her glasses and leaves him to it.

It's a slow day, dragging through lunchtime until it's around 1pm and the door's electronic chime sounds as two people come through it.

Jake recognises them instantly.

One guy with black hair swinging into his eyes, batted off with the side of an insistent hand. He looks a little older, but not much different really. At his side, with a calculated distance between then that Jake also recognises, is the brown haired guy.

He's wildly different. He's filled out, his hair is curly he looks more sure of himself, holds himself differently.

He still makes the other one come up to the desk though. A tiny shared look between them is all it takes.

"How can I help?" Jake asks.

"I've come to collect an order? It'll be under the name Dan Howell."

He looks back over his shoulder in a way that suggests that he is not Dan, the other one is.

Jake doesn't need to rummage in the out tray too much to find the order. He knows exactly which one it is.

He pulls the receipt and filing sheet off the front of it and passes it over the desk.

"Here you go, final amount is just here, if you could just sign, Mr. Howell?"

Jake looks up, over the black haired guy's shoulder. No use pretending he hasn't worked it out.

Dan shuffles forward, a sheepish grin on his face.

"God Phil, you're useless, just pretend to be me better next time," he says to his companion.

Phil shrugs and knocks their shoulders together briefly as Dan reaches for the pen with his left hand.

"Hope it didn't give you any trouble," Phil says as Jake places the card machine on the counter and waits for Dan to locate his bank card in his wallet.

"Piece of cake," Jake says. "I like it when a job is nice and easy."

The card machine beeps, the receipt runs out the top. He tears it off, clips it back to the front of the packet containing the drive and hands it over to them. Dan takes it, his large hand covering almost the entire side of it.

"Good," Phil says as they turn to go, "glad you enjoyed it then."

They head out of the door but Jake can't help himself from saying one final thing. A grin tugs at his mouth as he shouts after them.

"In fact," he calls to them, "You might say it was the most fun I ever had."

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translightyagami · 6 years

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21, 24, 25 and Lawlight!

uh sorry this took some time! here’s a link to the original ask meme in case y’all forgot in the interim

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

i can’t rlly imagine any situation where one of them would get bullied tbh they’re both too aggressive to let anyone be mean to them except each other. so like they basically just bully each other until one of them gets super offended. it’s usually light and he’ll just leave, flat out leave the hotel or their house, and not come back for hours. at first, L will b like fuckin’ sweet i don’t hv to deal with that yagami bitch. but then panic sets in and he gets worried that maybe light, like, rlly left this time? like what if he hopped on a plane and flew back to japan and now he’s nvr coming back and L will b alone again and that was fine before but this is now! so he starts calling light and light picks up on the first ring bc he’s petty but he also loves attention so he wants to milk this situation for all its worth. L wheedles him into coming back by telling him what a smart, great man he is and how much L misses him and lots of junk that’s just icing, no actual food. light eats it up bc he lives for praise, comes back and L says something snide bc he’s a scorpio and he can’t help it so the cycle starts again.

anyway. uh. L gets bullied for not wearing shoes and light protects him by telling everyone he has a growth on his big toe that prevents him from wearing shoes and also the growth smells bad and also makes him super ugly jsyk.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

uhhhhh aw dag dude i guess light would hv to since someone is like the weight of a paper cup and light is like....the weight of a paper cup with sprite in it. but i can’t rlly picture either of them...carrying each other. like if L got sleepy enough for light to carry him, he’d b sore over it for weeks. i don’t know. i don’t think either of them would do a piggy back ride. the real truth is that they knock out at the same time and watari has to fireman carry both of them to bed.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

hm. i think i said this in my light/matsuda post but light def still participates in sports in his free time. maybe less when he’s w L but he does play soccer or tennis a little. but L would nvr want to sit on the sidelines. he gets in the game! there’s a part of me that wants them to join a gay men’s soccer league and just. they r the worst couple to play with bc they just compete against each other even tho they’re on the same team. light steals the ball from L. L trips light and lets him fall in the mud. their team loses but they don’t even care bc they’re arguing over who made more goals. everyone else in the league hates them but they keep showing up to every game and practice.

with tennis, they play doubles and their combined competitiveness obliterates literally any other team that plays against them and they run out of ppl to play against within two weeks. tough luck boys.

#death note #i love picturing them playing sports #just fucking trashing each other #then making out on the bench when they get taken out for too many fouls #Anonymous

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years

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Roleplay Server Log #298

"Visiting the Mainframe, Off to the Bar”

-a few hours pass-

[Notch] Opens his phone to see what Cp put as a contact number-

-CP's number is under "Shut the Fuck up"-

[Notch] Sighs and dials it-

[CP] Soon picks up- What?

[Notch] I think she's gone.

[CP] - On our way- He hangs up and teleports himself, Deer, and Flux to the apartment

[Notch] That didn't go well...

[Flux] - What happened?

[Notch]She's just super nosy and I didn't have my story straight with what my coworkers told her-

[Flux] Puts a hand on Notch's shoulder- Don't worry, I'm sure we can shore up any loose ends

[Notch] Leans on her quietly-

[CP] - So now what?

[Deer] - I suggest some cleaning

[Notch] Me casa su casa....

[Deer] - What?

[CP] - A stupid Spanish saying, that's all

[Notch] My house is your house. But I warn you, what's in the fridge hasn't been touched in a very long time.

[CP] - So burn it?

[Notch] Umm... More like bag it and take it out to the can?

[CP] - But fire is more fun

[Notch] ...

[Flux] - CP...

[Deer] - Why would it not having been touched so long be bad?

[Notch] Because things rot out here. They get moldy and fall apart.

[Deer] - Rot?

[Notch] You know how... if you throw an item down it despawns after a bit? Like that but slowly falling apart and then vanishing.

[Deer] - Oh, I see.- Her stomach rumbles a little- Maybe somebody should go get food...

[Notch] I'll get the food. Just in case the house is being watched.

[Flux] - Go, we'll work on stuff here

[Notch] Leaves in his small car and comes back shortly afterwards with a great deal of fried chicken, slaw, and potatoes - I know it's boring American- style food. But it's quick and no one bats an eye when you buy lots.

[Flux] Had been using her magic to remove the dust in the house and CP had cleared out the fridge. Deer was airing out the house from the smell from the fridge-

[Notch] it smells better in here at least. I brought some soda too.

[Flux] - Soda?

[Deer] - Oh, like the bubbly stuff from Yaunfen's seed?

[Notch] Maybe? It's a bit like that orange potion Doc gives when people get hurt too. Soda comes in lots of flavors. He chunks down a bag full of colorful cans

[Deer] Pokes at the chicken- What is this?

[Notch] Hmm? It's just chicken

[Deer] - But it looks so different...

[Notch] Well it's fried instead of roasted.

[Flux] - Let's sit down and eat

[Notch] good enough for me, come on Cp. Have some food.

[CP] - I'm fine

[Notch] Don't make me dad you please. I know you haven't eaten in at least a day and a half

[CP] Grumbles but does grab the largest piece he can

[Deer] Searches for plates-

[Notch] Thank you. Are you hunting for something Deerheart?

[Deer] - Plates, but I can't seem to find them... It's weird not having chests

[Notch] Check the cabinets, there were clean dishes in the washer too, just tug the handle

[Deer] Pulls the oven open instead-

[Notch] No Deerheeart that's the... furnace. Go up a bit.

[Deer] Reaches up for a cabinet and opens it-

[CP] Is snickering-

-There is a simple set of white dishes and some cups on the shelf above.

[Deer] Gathers the necessary utensils and plates and brings them to the table, passing them out-

[Flux] - So what are we going to do now?

[Notch] We could visit my old team, do you want to see the mainframe?

[Flux] - The main frame?

[Deer] - What's that?

[Notch] It's the central hub for Minecraft. If you have a server, or a console, it's what you connect too when you play online.

[Deer] - I'd love to see it!

[Notch] Then you guys eat, I'll call so they're expecting us. - He takes a hunk of chicken and noms while dialing-

[CP] - Why call?

[Notch] I want to make sure that cop isn't hanging around and that there's someone there to let us in. It is late afternoon.

[CP] Rolls his eyes- But surprising them is so much more fun

[Notch] Mouth is a flat line- Just eat-

[CP] - Make me

[Notch] Is already on the phone and halfway into the living room and doesn't even hear him-

[Flux] She and Deer taste the various salads Notch brought as well-

[Notch] Comes back. - Okay we're good. It won't be everybody but I can show you around.

[Flux] - That would be lovely

[CP] Very sarcastically- Joy...

[Notch] If we can get everyone in the car....

[CP] - Count me out

[Notch] Okay. Will you be here when we get back? Or should I call Doc when we're done?

[CP] - I'll be here

[Notch] Settles back down to eat and then waits for them to finish.

[Flux] Politely puts her utensils down when she is finished-

[Deer] - That was good, we should take some home too!

[Notch] Easy enough. Just stow some leftovers in your inventory, take a little of everything.

[Deer] Quickly complies-

[CP] Starts wandering towards the other room-

[Notch] Looks outside- I think we're good to go. But Deerheart, you need to reequipt your shoes.

[Deer] - But I hate them

[Notch] Please?

[Deer] - Oh alright- She sits down on the ground and starts pulling on her shoes again

[Notch] Once they're ready he leads them out to the garage and presents his little car, opening the doors for them politely-

[Flux] - Is it... Safe?

[Notch] I like to think so. I'm a careful driver.

[Flux] Slides into the front seat-

[Deer] Crawls into the back, sitting in the center- Are we sure CP will be okay by himself? Maybe we should call Lie...

[Notch] He may do it on his own. And he also might eat a bit more once we're gone.

[Deer] - Fair point

[Notch] Best to give him some space. - He starts up the car with a low-pitched thrum and scoots outside before closing the garage and pulling out onto the street. Traffic is light since it's late afternoon, and the sky is rosy with slanted sunlight on scattered clouds.

[Flux] Watches everything pass by them-

[Deer] - We're going so fast! But there's no wind!

[Notch] Do you want the windows down? It might mess up your hair.

[Deer] - The glass can move? How do you fit the sticky pistons in there?

[Notch] It's got little cogwheels driven by a motor. - he hits a button and one of the back windows slides halfway down-

[Deer] Peeks out, the wind whipping her hair about- The air is so different here

[Notch] Different how?

[Deer] - I'm not sure how to explain it...

[Notch] It's got more smells I'm sure. Not all of them good either.

[Deer] - You're probably right

[Notch] Pulls into the parking lot of a modern office building. It's mostly glass with trees and a bit of landscaping. He parks and gets out to let them out as well, looking around a bit suspiciously-

[Deer] - Everything alright Notch?

[Notch] Just paranoid- He walks briskly up to the doors and a woman hops up from a chair and lets them in- Fangbo! Good to see you!

[Fangbo] You as well, in high def again. Haha. Hey.... - she leans over- who are your friends?

[Jeb] Oh good he's here and... with ladies?

[Deer] - Hello!

[Flux] Moves a bit closer to Notch-

[Notch] Fangbo... we found out something amazing! Not only do the server spirits adjust way faster to being physical, they became more humanlike to fit in as well! This is Deerheart and Flux!

[Fangbo] Holy shit....

[Jeb] Is just staring with his jaw hanging open.

[Dofta] From the hall-whoah!

[Flux] - It's a pleasure to meet you in person

[Deer] Is distracted by a little bug-

[Fangbo] You as well! Come on in! - She starts leading them down the hall- We got donuts and coffee too.

[Jeb] This is so crazy...

[Deer] Steps inside and sits on the ground to take her shoes off-

[Flux] Looks at everything curiously-

[Dofta] Do your feet hurt?

[Deer] - I hate not being connected to the ground, it's why I have hooves on the server

[Dofta] Oh... Well there's trees in the atrium. We can go sit in there if you want.

[Deer] - That would be nice!- Stands up and pops her shoes into her inventory

[Fangbo] Is pointing out people's offices and different departments and comes out into the atrium. There's a glass bubble in the ceiling and a huge round raised planter with medium sized trees and low flowers planted in it and a round bench around the edge.

[Deer] Immediately heads for the plants-

[Jeb] Takes a donut from a trio of boxes with different types and a coffee maker perks merrily by the wall.

[Flux] - It smells nice in here

[Dofta] It's a nice place to recharge when you're feeling braindead.

[Notch] Motions for Flux - Come and look at this- There's a large room off the atrium with a glass wall and double glass doors, it's full of terminals and standing carts of computer memory banks and processors- This is it. The mainframe.

[Flux] Places a hand against the glass- So many lives...

[Notch] You can come in, it's okay.

[Fangbo] Follows them - So if every seed has a potential spirit, a new life.... My gods...

[Flux] Follows Notch in, her fingers reaching for the drives-

-There are many, many cords, each bundled in groups of twenty and laid neatly over eachother. -

[Fangbo] A bit nervous - just be careful, don't unplug anything.

[Flux] - I will not, my magic can connect me

[Notch] Reaches for her other hand unthinkingly-

[Flux] Once the contact is made her senses flow outwards to everyone else nearby, letting them feel what she can for each server-

[Jeb] Goes stiff and is just staring in wonder-

[Dofta] Oh my... it's so beautiful... -a little tear rolls down her cheek-

[Flux] Suddenly recoils with a hiss-

[Notch] What is it?!

[Flux] - That bastard

[Fangbo] Who?

[Flux] - Harvestman...

[Dofta] Oh geeze... did he catch someone?

[Flux] - No, I just brushed against him

[Dofta] Oh good. I've noticed the wild brines have gotten very good at avoiding him. He's pretty easy to spot and hear coming these days.

[Flux] - Good, so long as he remains away from CP's seed

[Deer] - Calm down Flux, we don't know what sort of effects your magic might have out here

[Dofta] You can still do magick out here?!

[Flux] - In theory, yes

[Fangbo] Like what? what can you do? -She's super curious now-

[Flux] - Mine is the raw magic of the game, what allows players to craft with minimal effort. I'm not sure what it would do out here...

[Notch] Lets just not do it right next to the mainframe. Let's go back in the atrium at least.

[Flux] - Yes, of course- She follows Notch out

[Fangbo] So.. what would you need to test it?

[Flux] - Some basic materials

[Deer] Digs a bit and tosses a few rocks towards Flux, she's already pretty dirty as she reaches up to grab a couple small branches-

[Flux] - Thank you Deer

[Dofta] watches her, fascinated-

[Flux] Once she has all of the materials she concentrates, her magic swirling with uncertainty in the new dimension before attaching itself to the pieces before her, molding them into a tool which has a faint purple tint which quickly fades-

[Jeb] Nearly chokes on a donut- holy shit...

[Deer] - Yup, your magic still works out here

[Notch] Do you want to try something Deerheart?

[Deer] - I'm not sure what I could do that wouldn't end up being super obvious...

[Notch] Guages the space, - you could shapeshift?

[Jeb] Into what?!

[Deer] - Well yeah, that's a part of me!- She concentrates and shifts into her dragon form, nearly filling the space

[Jeb] Squeaky scream-

[Dofta] Ends up against the wall with Deerheart's tail pressing her a little- A DRAGON OH MY GODS.

[Deer] Tries to move around so she isn't squishing anybody-

[Dofta] This is the coolest thing ever!

[Fangbo] Was examining the tool and got startled by Deerheart shifting- WHOAH!

[Flux] - Perhaps you should shift back now Deer

[Deer] - Yeah, you're right- She shifts back quickly

[Dofta] Is practically vibrating with excitement- That was so neat!!!!

[Deer] - Endrea is more impressive

[Notch] But Endrea is on model. We helped make her shape. Deerheart is unique.

[Deer] - I think size wise Endrea is pretty off model...

[Flux] Takes a seat by the tree-

[Notch] Okay, she is really big, I'll give you that....

[Fangbo] Swings the pick Flux made - This is so cool...

[Deer] - Careful, you may knock something out

[Fangbo] Does it work the same out here too? It can take a LOT of swings with a pickaxe to wreck something.

[Flux] - It should

[Fangbo] Can I... keep it?

[Flux] - Absolutely

[Deer] Kinda rolls in the flowers-

[Dofta] Deerheart... are you feeling okay? You're kinda smushing the flowers.

[Deer] Sits up- Smushing?

[Dofta] Indicates a few crushed blooms-

[Deer] - Oh! I'm sorry! It's just all these textures are so new...

[Jeb] It's no big deal. I'm just glad you didn't bring the sourpuss with you this time.

[Deer] - He's back at Notch's place

[Jeb] Then you've got more trust in him then I would...

[Notch] Don't talk shit about my son unless you want me to do the same about your little goblin.

[Jeb] Scowls- shut up.

[Notch] Exactly

[Flux] - Little goblin?

[Notch] He has a wife and kid too.

[Flux] - Oh

[Deer] - Hmmm, do you think we should start a betting pool on when Lie and CP will have a kid?

[Notch] A what?!

[Dofta] They're trying to have a baby?

[Jeb] The child of two Herobrines.... good gods...

[Deer] - Not trying, but both of them are very fertile

[Dofta] Ho boy....

[Deer] - I think their baby will be adorable

[Notch] And powerful...

[Fangbo] I feel the jaws of evolution closing on my throat at the thought....

[Flux] - Is it some peace to know they are the only two brines that we know of that can have a child?

[Fangbo] Maybe...

[Notch] Yeah but... it's established now that the creepypastas can breed if their Insanity is removed.

[Deer] - Hyrule is so cute

[Dofta] That's so cute, someone really likes LOZ.

[Deer] - More like Aven didn't give BEN a choice

[Dofta] Well if you're carrying the baby I think you should have more say in the name anyway.

[Jeb] Grumbles because his wife also named their kid.

[Deer] - Doc named our child

[Notch] It's a good name. I don't know what it means though.

[Jeb] We're talking about a dragon, right?

[Deer] - If I remember correctly, it's a fated encounter that brings people together, Yaunfen

[Fangbo] Oh! I saw a picture of them! They're so cute.

[Dofta] Ditto on that.

[Deer] - Yes, always so happy and helpful

[Notch] Gives a little yawn. -Sheesh... I still feel so jet lagged.

[Flux] - Do you wish to rest?

[Notch] Yeah, I think so. I just hate to be a party pooper. I'd say we should just go back to the server directly but I don't want to leave my car here.

[Flux] - Then let's return to your place and rest there, at least for a little bit

[Dofta] It was good seeing you again.

[Fangbo] Same here. Don't be a stranger.

[Notch] Hey, if I learn to make portals I can visit any of you whenever.

[Jeb] Call first...

[Deer] - Good luck convincing your son to teach you that

[Notch] Ah, nuts to that. - He grins - I'll just ask Doc instead.

[Flux] - Or you could ask Lie

[Notch] Do-able, but a bit less fun.

[Deer] - Wait... Do I have to put my shoes back on?

[Notch] Only until we get in the car.

[Deer] Groans but does sit down and start pulling on her shoes again-

[Dofta] Remember we're her for you guys if you need anything tweaked.

[Notch] Oh shit... that was something we needed. Anybody got a flash drive?

[Flux] - What's wrong?

[Notch] It seems like it would be a good idea if you weren't the only one carrying a copy of your seed. It might be good for Deerheart too.

[Flux] - You wish to carry a copy too?

[Dofta] I have a spare but it's kinda stupid looking.

[Notch] Maybe? Nobody has to see it. It can just be an inventory item.

[Deer] Finally gets her shoes on-

[Dofta] Okay... - she takes it out of her pocket and it's a small robot in a sitting position. - You can have it. Your server is heavily protected though, you'll have to take the copy yourself.

[Deer] - What are we doing?

[Notch] Takes the toy flash drive and gives it to her- We're going to make a copy of the server and give it to you to carry. Just in case.

[Deer] - Oh! So a project for Doc?

[Notch] Yep.

[Deer] - Okay!

[Notch] Now if you don't mind, we should head back. It's bad to drive tired.

[CP] Had eaten a bit more once the others had left when he felt Lie brush against his mind. He eagerly reached out for his wife-

[Lie] - Hey, how are you holding up?

[CP] - Fine, but I'm ready for this to all be over

[Lie] - Are you alone right now?

[CP] Frowns a bit- Yeeessss...

[Lie] - Where exactly are you?

[CP] - Notch's apartment

[Lie] - Wait one moment- After a few she slips into the room having used Notch's computer

[CP] Sweeps his wife into an embrace, taking in her scent- Gods I've missed you

[Lie] - I'm rather proud of you CP

[CP] - For what?

[Lie] - Well you've been on your best behavior during all this and I think that deserves a reward

[CP] His eyes narrow a little- What type of reward?

[Lie] Moves closer and reaches up to draw his face closer- The kind that you like very much- She kisses him and it doesn't take much encouragement for him to start stripping both of them

[Notch] Drives cautiously back to the house. It's dark out and sprinkling a bit-

[Flux] - I see no stars...

[Notch] Looks up, -that's because it's cloudy. and real stars aren't as bright as you're used too. At least not in the city.

[Deer] - But then the human's don't get to see how beautiful they are...

[Notch] You have to go out in the country where there's fewer lights to get a good look.

[Flux] - Such a shame

[Notch] Yeah. But they can always come play with us and be under the stars in game.

[Deer] - Exactly! And they get to build and discover!

[Notch] It was my dream too. I'm glad I got to share it with everyone, and then you guys came along and made it all new again.

[Flux] - We'll be back home soon

[Notch] Pulls into the driveway and taps the garage control. - It will be nice to go home. It feels weird out here now.

[Deer] - There's so much that we don't recognize or know... I'm glad our world is simple

[Notch] It's just nice to not be so busy. I think I've really come to appreciate a pastoral existence. - He slides into the garage and taps the door back down

[Flux] - By the way, what are these flat things for?

[Notch] What flat things?

[Flux] - These dark colored items with the iron shaoe that slides on them

[Notch] Aw fuck! Those are seatbelts and you two should have been wearing them. Did you not notice mine? We got lucky... cops can pull people over and give them tickets for that.

[Deer] - Sorry, we didn't know

[Notch] I know... It's my mistake. They keep you from falling forward if the car gets hit or has to stop suddenly

[Flux] - I see- She then opens the car door and Deer does the same in the back, stretching as she gets out- So where will we all sleep?

[Notch] I thought we were going back to the server?

[Deer] - That all depends on CP

[Notch] I think it's likely he'll want to go home. I know he's missing Lie.

[Deer] - Then let's go bug him

[Flux] Moves around to Notch's side and takes his arm-

[Notch] Kisses her and then sweeps her off her feet. He picks her up a bit awkwardly and opens the door with his foot while holding her aloft like a bride.

[CP] Is in the front room fucking Lie on the floor-

[Lie] Yelps as soon as Notch enters and turns bright red-

[CP] Growls at them a bit-

[Notch] Can't see around Flux's hair in his face and walks right in-

[CP] - FUCK OFF!

[Lie] Little whine-

{Notch] Huh? What the? Oh shit..... sorry guys...

[Lie] Is covering herself-

[CP] - Seriously, I just want to bang my wife

[Notch] Well I just wanted to sleep. Make us a portal to get back and we'll leave. Promise!

[CP] Sighs and hands Lie his shirt and grumbles as he pulls his own pants on- No point in continuing now...

[Notch] I said I'd go!

[Deer] - It's more like Lie will need time to settle down after being caught

[CP] - Why in such a rush to get back? Besides, I was promised alcohol

[Notch] I'm just tired, and now you're making me feel bad for inturrupting you.

[CP] - Good!

[Notch] Wilts a bit. He's still holding Flux.

[Flux] Draws Notch's attention towards her- Perhaps one night here will not harm us

[Notch] I guess... I need coffee though. Wait, who promised you alcohol?

[CP] - Jeb

[Notch] Then Jeb can go with you. I'm dead on my feet. - He puts Flux gingerly down and gets out his phone.

[Lie] Sits up, covered by CP's shirt- You're going out?

[Notch] Sure, that's fine. He says you promised him booze, uh huh... got it. Ten minutes? Okay, bye. - hangs up the phone. - I'm going to bed. He'll be here shortly-

[Deer] - I think I'll find a chair to curl up in

[Flux] - I'll come with you

[CP] Looks at his wife and just shakes his head, summoning his jacket to cover himself so his wife can have his shirt

-There's the sound of a car in the driveway shortly afterwards, and a toot toot on the horn-

[CP] Gives Lie a quick kiss and slips outside, heading for the car, his eyes covered by his sunglasses

[Jeb] Is waiting in the car with Yster in the side seat.

[Yster] Hello again. It sounds like I missed all the fun earlier.

[Jeb] Just hop in.

[CP] Rolls his eyes but does slip into the backseat-

[Jeb] Zips off into the night-

[CP] - So where are we going?

[Jeb] Just a decent bar. I don't have a local favorite so I'm heading for the one that has the best wings and fries.

[CP] - Count me out on the food

[Yster] The food is mostly for me.

[CP] - Why?

[Yster] Because I'll be driving back. I don't drink.

[CP] Scoffs- Lame, besides, it takes a lot to get me drunk

[Yster] It's not lame. I don't mind alcohol but I'd prefer Jeb had a DD so he doesn't plow into an overpass. And I wasn't aware that you knew how to drive.

[CP] - I don't, but I can teleport

[Jeb] Well I don't want to leave my car in a random place.

-He pulls into a parking lot and there's the sound of music coming from within. It looks like a sports bar and there are a lot of patrons hovering in front of the largest TV-

[CP] - Oh I could have fun with this

[Yster] Somehow I doubt it's because you like sports-

[Jeb] Locks up the car and starts walking up -

[CP] Follows behind them-

[Jeb] Finds a few open stools at the bar and plops down, waving to get the bartenders attention-

[Yster] At Cp- You might want to take off your sunglasses and just squint. It makes you look like a narc.

[Bartender] walks up- what can I get you?

[CP] - The strongest shit you have- At Yster- Yeah not happening

[Bartender] Do you want it on the rocks? Or just shots?

[CP] - Shots

[Jeb] I'll buy the bottle, whatever he wants. Just bring him a shot glass with it.

[Yster] Hot wings and a water for me.

[Bartender] Got it.

[CP] Glances at the tv and with a flick of power switches it to an opera channel-

-There's a roar of anger from the watchers and some fumbling for the remote-

[Yster] eyebrow at Cp-

[CP] Snickers a bit-

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sobertodeathh · 7 years

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THE HOLY GRAIL OF MY KENT HC’S

Gonna put this under a cut bc it’s long. Chronological order.

He’s adopted

His birth mother had him when she was a teenager and couldn’t afford to keep a baby

His adoptive parents are nice enough but they don’t see eye to eye with Kent on a lot of things

His dad died when he was 14

His mom got really stressed, but his dad was super rich so everything was fine

Kent hated being alone with only his mom, so he chose to play hockey in Canada

Thus Jack

Also Bob & Alicia

Bob treated Kent like his own son!

Kent was like !!!!!!!!! omg!!!!

He felt bad when he and Jack became a “thing” bc that’d be an awkward situation for Bob

Alicia introduced Kent to Britney Spears on accident

They were in the car and Toxic came on and Alicia was like this is my jam and she turned it up

Kent: !!!!!!!!!

Alicia: Oh God what did I do

Kent wasn’t very good at hockey when he started

But he worked super hard!!!!!

He conditioned himself to do that

Jack got his work ethic from watching Kent

Jack just had more natural skill

He’s a junk food hoe

THIS IS GONNA GET SAD FOR A BIT (mentions of Jack's od)

he found Jack

he was staying over at Jack’s

when he woke up he had to go to the bathroom

J was on the floor

Bob and Alicia didn’t let him go to the hospital

He walked there

Like,,,..,,..,, 4 miles. Damn son

When he got there the attendants didn’t let him in

He tried (and failed) to sneak in

He really didn’t know what was going on, and Bob and Alicia didn’t explain it to him

they’re really not to blame: their son was almost dead

Kent kind of aimlessly wandered around town that day

he got locked out of the house

accidentally, ofc. he forgot his key. the zimmermanns didn’t have a spare

he couldn’t afford a hotel

He didn’t have any friends on the team (except Jack), so he called his mom

she flipped out when she heard

she didn’t let him come home tho bc he had to be in Canada for the draft the next day

He went first

he hated it

it wasn’t supposed to be that way. he didn’t want to be first. he wanted his best friend to be first

he cried for about a week

His mom brought him back to NY to pack for Vegas

He cried the entire time

His mom was like why????

He explained what had been going on with Jack

(KENT OVERSHARES, OKAY??? GLAD WE’RE CLEAR)

She kicked him out

He’d always known -- he was fine with it, he knew it’d happen

So he goes to Vegas with no support system

His team is awesome and helps him out!!!!!

He never comes out to them

Just to a few people

He can’t risk the team synergy

ANYWAYS

he loves the Aces!!!!!!!!!! So much!!!!!

Even before he got the C, he always was considered a leader

he was so charismatic and really good at hockey

when the old C retired, it was a no brainer to give him the C

As amazing as he is on the ice, this boy is fuck’d up

He’s basically an alcoholic

Swoops: Are you sure you should be drinking that much?

Kent, double fisting 2 bottles of pure Vodka: What do you mean

He just starts crying sometimes

Swoops and Kent, hanging out

Kent: so then I

Swoops: what???

Kent, sobbing: everything’s fine

He eventually explained everything to Swoops bc he’s Kent’s closest friend

Swoops was like oh my god go to therapy

Kent hasn’t

He tried to go to therapy once, but they wanted him to go on meds

he noped out

He won the cup twice

HE IS GOOD AT HOCKEY

SLIGHTLY MORE PAINFUL

He is not over Jack

Jack thought he was

he only made it to 2/4 of Jack’s epikegsters

they def hooked up Jack’s freshman year

Jack denied it the next morning and forever after

Jack is over him

completely

he has bitty now, and he’s super happy!!!!

(i love zimbits so much I’m so happy for them)

Kent can’t understand that

He’s like

???????

we’re in love????????

He has too much of a sense of permanence and it’s a problem for him

he can’t deal with change

He never acts like himself

he’s actually a sweet guy but he learned to be kind of a jerk as a defense mechanism

(he’s a pretty boy)

He hasn’t dated anyone since Jack

(they never really dated)

He’s definitely had encounters with people, just never more than once

he just wants to be held

not even by someone he’s in love with

he just needs affection

He always consoles ppl and tells them they’ll be okay but he never takes the advice himself :((((((((( I’m sad now

i have more but i’ll stop

#kent parson #shut up sam #omgcp #omgcheckplease #parse #parsepositive

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Lineup Lamentations - GW36+

Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week!

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WALSH

TRANSFERS:

OUT: De Bruyne and Benteke

IN (for -4 points): Salah and Giroud

In another episode of things you hate to see, Benteke is ineligible for the duration of the season so I'm transferring out the best player of this foursome but it had to be done.

Having some fun here with Mo back in against Kola and Tierney lol banter time ok. Basically just feeling Kevin is not going to be starting this one so for what life is this if not for having fun. I've been having fun so I will continue to have fun. Mo still put in an insane xG game versus Burnley and so I'm back in on chasing the hauls. Arsenal and Chelsea suddenly seem like insane incredible attacking fixtures and Livp.....well my sense is that the front three will go for the rest of the games after each one of them has had a game off since the restart already. Mo looking on it every game he still might have some double digit hauls left in him.

Was very wishy washy feeling between Giroud and Ings for this spot and in the end figured that Ings is just a bit better for the next two combined and will not require an additional transfer / benching as I wouldn't want to start G again after Norwich...in which we also don't even know if he'll start since Franklin seems to hate him (he's from France). If you thought this was a defense for picking Ings it's the indictment against picking Ings - I'm in wild man mode so I'm going for the max perverse pick clearly. Giroud is fun and it's fun to be able to experience him even if it is for one game only. If the leak comes in, though, and Tam is in...I'll prob just get Ings :)

GK:

de Gea (cry)

Joke fixture hopefully Paul doesn't fuck up the world to concede another goal in this one. Should be a very easy clean we look like there is no possibility of scoring from anywhere right now in only 90 minutes.

DEF:

Maguire (cry)

The double defense goes again. 3 cleans from 6 so far...ok..fine. Hoping that settles up on 5 from 8 with this game and then wet spam in which case I'd be well pleased.

Doherty & Boly (bur)

Wood is prob ready for a start so probably not a clean here. Wolves been playing good stuff and they still have a lot to play for so they should be well focused for this one. Hopefully Burnley drag them down to their level and it is just a shitfest game. Dock stopped attacking, but whatever, the cleans are flowing.

MID:

Salah (ars)

Mo just coming and going from my team with my every whim. Well he's back for the next two so we'll see how that works out. Talked enough about Mo...just going with what I'm seeing. Livp look good and I believe he'll play basically the first team in these next games. Trying to exploit the goons here with barely anything to play for and head's potentially hanging low.

Foden & Sterling (BOU)

Little bit nervy about Raz starting but Fodeninho looks primed and ready to do the things. Should be a lot of goals in this one.

Pulisic (NOR)

Banter fixture....Norwich been beaching it up for a little while now. Hopefully this opposition is what Chelsea need to snap back into gear. If they let Antonio score four off them then who knows what Chelsea can do. Should be a crooked scoreline here.

Bruno (cry)

The shitting of points continues. March on.

FWD:

Firmino (ars)

Bob good friend looked nice last game and did everything but get in the fpl points. Hard to imagine how David Luiz and friends will be able to cope with his movement my body is ready for a bob fest.

Giroud (NOR)

Unless there is a leak with Tam in it..I'll prob just go for the higher xJOY and fun pick here with Giroud. Hopefully he gets points in the 70 max mins he will get in this one. Old friend G in for the fun banter game against the joke team...what could go wrong?

CAP:

Foden (BOU)

Another easy cap week. Fucking love Phil get in Phil. He looked so good in his last start if he is able to replicate that performance he could be in there with a double return or something around that. Bournemouth are a mess, and if Ake is out....well then they are even more of a mess. Maybe this is actually the game that he lets Foden play the 90....woah. That would be something.

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ALON

TRANSFERS:

OUT: Vardy and Mahrez

IN (for -4 points): Jesus and Willian

*Gonna also, like Walsh, be waiting for a lineup leak before actually punching in the move so you know, might not do Willian for sure depending on him and also depending on if Giroud starts (makes Willian a lot better) but these are the planned moves*

Vardy in Vardy out.

Mahrez in Mahrez out.

I don’t know if it’s correct but it’s honest work.

Trying to find the hauls I’m basically playing minesweeper out here and looking to spike a big one and I duno, is this worth a hit? Probably not but if Mahrez is benched and Vardy/Leicester suck then yeah maybe it is??? There was a lot of thought of different moves and safer moves and shit but I ended up here and I’m happy enough with it.

The season’s almost gone just do fun shit and follow your gut and yolo.

Come on boys.

GK:

Ederson (BOU)

Looking like another day another clean this week for Citeh and Eddy.

Yeah the huge upside of the attackers will probably have all of them above Eddy in proj3kt restart points but also he’s been great and extremely cheap compared to the big boys so I duno... would I do it again in hindsight probably not but has it been bad no for sure not I don’t think...

DEF:

Maguire (cry)

I mean Harry is just so fun to watch... the way he marked AWB out of the corner was *chef’s kiss* ... they’ll probably clean but if I were presented with the options of:

A. clean or B. Harold / Manchester United calamity

That’s hard. Like splitting children really...

Doherty & Saiss (bur)

Scared of Jrod and Wood but still gotta back Wolves for a clean here... Come on you Wolves.

MID:

Martial & Fernandes (cry)

Expecting a dicking here. In my head this match is more of a Bruno match but maybe it’s just an everyone match lol Palace are so bad...

De Bruyne (BOU)

Kevin been an actual disaster for me and looking reasonably likely to get benched/rested this week so yeah just loving life with my 2-3 points per game 10.7 priced midfielder... that said if he starts he might quintuple return vs Bournemouth so come onnnnn Peppppppppppp.

Pulisic & Willian (NOR)

Attacking the bounce-back and the Norwich fixture. Nothing more and nothing less.

Both of these guys been really impressing me a lot lately especially when Giroud is in there to bounce 1-2s off of and hold up and occupy the CBs... And they both have the stats to back the eye-test... Hoping they just shred.

FWD:

Jimenez (bur)

Holding Jim was a shining light from Walsh on last week’s pod and here we are again; after one good attacking performance I feel a lot better about holding Jim in what is another great attacking fixture.

Don’t let Pope and cleans fool you - Burnley loves to concede lots of chances. They’re overdue for a fucking.

Jesus (BOU)

Hoping that managing his minutes by subbing him at like 60′ every match will allow him to play this one and still be fine for FA Cup. We’ll see I guess.

If he starts he gets points.

CAP:

Willian (NOR)

I duno I mean I spent like probably an hour of the live Twitch stream last night talking about Willian and Willian vs. Puli captaincy options and this was the result...

I should say I do NOT think Will is a better cap over the United guys but I do think it’s pretty fucking fun and it’s a massive differential which makes my dick move a little bit.

I mean maybe Chelsea just score six vs. Norwich? Norwich fixture is what dreams are made of...

United should still destroy Palace but at least Palace will TRY to defend and park. Norwich don’t even try... Norwich play open and attacking no matter the fixture no matter the situation and they get destroyed with such insane regularity.

Come on Chelsea I need this!!!

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