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blogginthewind · 2 years
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You Sweetie was "Sick" the Other Day
Summary: Wayne hurt his back and Katy can't get him to stop chorin'. You come over and are "sick" so Wayne takes a break to take care of you.
Warning: Swearing (cause it's fucking LetterKenny), and mentions of sickness?
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Wayne didn’t get sick. He didn’t get hurt. At least, not sick or hurt enough to keep him from chorin’. The farm was hard work but it was an honest living and Wayne liked it well enough. He certainly wasn’t going to let a sore back stop him from doing it. So maybe he had pulled or strained or something a muscle in his back moving hay the other day. He wasn’t a doctor and he sure wasn’t going to one for a stiff muscle. Katy had told him to take the day off but he wouldn’t. 
He’d made it through the morning chorin’ well-enough. Darry only asked “You okay, good buddy?” three times and Squirrely Dan only asked twice. So it wasn’t that bad. Katy had been watching him closely and shaking her head but Wayne ignored her. Now he just had to put a few hours into the produce stand and finish the barn later. Then he’d be done for the day. 
When you arrived, Katy ran to greet you and lead you into the house quickly. You complied but not before smiling widely at him and throwing a wink over your shoulder. You’d been his sweetie was three months now and it was going pretty good if you asked him. Hell, you loved dogs, got along with his sister, and were quick-witted. Didn’t hurt that you were a rocket either. 
So he hadn’t been concerned about your quick run to the house until Katy came out without you. Wayne was holding a beer in his left hand instead of his right, to move the sore side of his back as little as possible, not that he’d ever admit it. A good hot shower would fix him right up. The one he had taken that morning had helped some. He was fine. 
“Where’s Y/N?” Darry asked, before Wayne could say anything. Not that he minded. Anytime he talked, Katy could turn it around on him and nag him about his back, which he was trying really hard to forget about. Katy looked Wayne over and he held still, showing no sign of pain. He didn’t hurt when he held perfectly still.
“She’s sick,” Katy answered. Wayne jumped to his feet and then tried to hide the wince at the pain in his back. Katy was stone-faced, which meant that she saw but was choosing not to say anything. “Something ‘bout her stomach. I parked her up in your bed, Wayne. Figured I’d send you on up.”
“You got this, good buddy? I know your backs been -”
“Don’t finish that sentence or I’m gonna have to come over there and talk to you,” Wayne answered without looking in Darry’s direction. Instead he headed towards the house, stopping only to give Gus a pat on the head and open the door with his non-sore side. 
It was strange for you to just admit something was wrong. Usually, you’d tried to bottle it up and keep working. At least, that’s what you did when you were upset. You hadn’t been sick since you’d gotten together. How the hell was he supposed to take care of you?
When he found you lying in his bed, with your arms around your stomach, you looked bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You weren’t pale or sweaty. He felt your forehead. Cool as a cucumber. No fever whatsoever.
“It’s my stomach,” you explained with a whimper. He felt bad for doubting you. You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “Change out of your barn clothes and come join me.”
You didn’t need to ask him twice. He changed into clean clothes,( he could always change back to chore late) and laid down next to you. You were lying on your stomach now, so he did the same. It was a relief not to add any pressure to his back. 
Suddenly, you crawled on top of him and worked your hands up the back of his shirt, massaging the muscles. He wanted to be mad at you but you were damned good at it. When you pulled out the muscle relaxing balm and began working that into his skin, he felt the pain start to melt away. 
“You were never sick, were you?” You didn’t answer but when he tried to turn to look at you, you leaned down and kissed his nose. It was really hard to be mad at a liar with such good hands. You worked the balm into his back with your palms, applying just the right amount of pressure. When you found the tightest muscle, you began to work with your fingers, rubbing in small circles to loosen the muscle. It was exactly what his back needed. Wayne moaned in pleasure. “Hell, I fucking love you.”
He tensed for a minute which he was certain you could feel sitting on top of him. You hadn’t said that to each other yet and three months in felt a learn early, especially now that he had thrown it out there. But you didn’t tense. You relieved his tension when you said, “I fucking love you too, Wayne.”
Wayne was pretty sure that you were never sick at all. 
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plentyoffandoms · 4 months
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spockvarietyhour · 6 months
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Jason: supernatural, always comes back.
Wayne: Toughest guy in Letterkenny
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Wayne (Letterkenny) - Autism Rizz Tournament Preliminaries
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If you vote yes you must firmly believe in this character's autism AND in the rizz their autism gets them. If you don't want the character in the tournament just vote no
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Wayne is a very straightforward and honest farmer dude who isn't too expressive. Widely hc'd as autistic, he also hooks up frequently and is very popular among the women of the town (and a few men).
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"Himbos who do everything together"
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brotp-bracket · 1 year
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whiskykitteeeeee · 2 months
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Served up frosty at Mobeans!
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chillachins · 1 year
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i hate the world! i hate my parents! i hate myself!
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beersthetics · 2 years
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IMO, S4E5 “The Letterkenny Leave” has the first scene that really shows off how well Stewart and Roald work as a duo. Devon and Gae had both left the group after seasons 2 and 3 respectively, and while the skids had some great scenes in the previous episodes of this season, those scenes were mostly being dominated by Glen whereas here the hockey players serve more to set up the dialogue for the skids. Like this scene is just part of the B plot for the episode and there’s not really any story development here, but in retrospect this is one of my favorite skids scenes for how much craft they brought to the table.
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And not to discount Connor and Darien in this scene, either. Them spitting pill bottles into Roald’s outstretched hands is just brilliant. This group of methheads is a well-oiled machine
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thefirsthogokage · 10 months
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Hard Right Jay said "tumblrinas"!
All right, who the fuck from Letterkenny is on Tumblr?!
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pantswithpockets · 1 year
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Anyway let’s talk about my Letterkenny self insert OC, “T-Z” Which stands for “Texas Size” aka “Texas Size 10-4” because they’re from Texas and also only 5’2. On the Letterkenny Shamrockette’s hockey team and all the girls let ‘em hit ‘cause they’ve got a cute accent
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Bloopers in comedy shows are proof that your group of friends are always weird to everyone but you.
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wordstome · 5 months
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I just found the only way I'm going to write Soap in love from here on out. (Not written by me, based off the source under the cut)
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Soap: Let me just start by saying there is no other place I would rather be in the entire world than right here with you right now. His love interest, bemused: Hey, Johnny. Soap: Can't you see I'm just completely taken by it. Like, I've never known a feeling like this. S/o: You're full of shit, Johnny. Soap: Oh, I've never let myself be so vulnerable with someone before, it feels amazing. S/o: You are a lot, dude. Soap, leaning across the table with a wide ass grin: God, would I be good to ya. S/o: Yeah? Soap: Oh I'd be good to ya like crazy. S/o: How good? Soap: Like you wake up in the mornin'? I'm right there bein' good to ya. Soap: When are you gonna let me take you out for some dinner? S/o: *lighthearted* I don't date sluts. Soap: My God are you good lookin'. I know I may come off as a real devil-may-care kind of guy, but we both know you'd run my show. S/o: Yeah? How so? Soap: I'd take a header off Forth Bridge just to brush arms wi' ya. S/o: Oh? Soap: I'd take a drink out the Tay just to hold your purse. S/o, laughing: Yeah? Soap: I'd sit my bare ass on hot concrete just to have you flick some debris off my shirt I swear to God I'd be so good to ya. Soap: Hey why don't I go home and dip us some fruit in chocolate for later? S/o: *smiling* Sensing some blood in the water, huh. Soap: I hope you know I've been watching YouTube tutorials on how to rub your feet good. S/o: You going in for the kill? Soap: Oh you give me a moment I'll make it last a lifetime, I swear to God I'd be so good to ya.
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(For anyone wondering: this is from the show Shoresy, which is a spin-off of Letterkenny, a show about a town in rural Ontario, Canada [that’s where the accent is from]. Letterkenny started off as a YouTube show and has gone viral on Tumblr a few times)
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grendelsmilf · 2 months
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chilchuck and senshi are like the two opposite ends of the tumblr sexyman spectrum and then laois is just there for people who wanna fuck wayne from letterkenny but secretly wish that he was more of a freak
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brotp-bracket · 1 year
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