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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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i have to interfere and put in a butch mechanic Sevika request (plss <33)🥸

i'm drooling

men and minors dni

imagine her exposed arms covered in grease and oil, aWOOga

or sevika in coveralls, the buttons undone just enough for you to see the top of her cleavage, the arms rolled up around her forearms, a rag over her shoulder. bye i gtg take a cold shower...

ok ok sorry i got distracted with visuals there.

you pop your tire on your way to work, a horrible BANG echoing in your car as you hit a pothole head on.

you nearly cry when you see the tire, completely deflated.

luckily, your boss is understanding.

you call a tow truck and have them take you to the nearest mechanic (and it ends up being the best decision of your life)

the woman who greets you looks like an angel.

a handsome, grease stained angel.

you miss the first few things she says to you, way too busy ogling her to understand much beside the lovely rasp of her voice. her coveralls are embroidered with her name in a lovely red thread. sevika.

you blink at her.

"sorry?" you say. she laughs.

"no worries. lots of people are still shaken up from their accidents when they get here." she says. you blink, then nod, taking the excuse. "it'll be about three hours before we can get to your car. i took a quick look at it-- it just needs a new tire, shouldn't be much more damage than that. you're welcome to stay here until we get to it, or have someone pick you up."

"i'll stay." you don't really have a choice, you're essentially stranded at the shop until you get your car back. plus, it doesn't hurt that you'll get to watch the woman work all day.

it ends up being much more torturous than you anticipated.

sevika has to know what she's doing. the way she's grunting and huffing, lugging parts and tools to and from various cars, her nimble fingers fiddling with screws and wires.

you catch yourself subconciously licking your lips as you watch sweat trail down her brow slowly.

when she shucks the top half of her coveralls off and ties the sleeves around her waist, you choke on your tongue at the sight of her arms.

you're so focused on her that you completely miss when she starts working on your car. and you completely miss that she's done with it. you only realize that something must be happening concerning you when she walks over to you.

"you're all good. i'll ring you up at the couter." she says, gesturing to the desk behind her.

you nod and trail after her like a lost puppy.

she walks you through the paperwork and charges, and you pay, surprised at how cheap the whole process was.

you're done, good to go, your car's ready to drive again, but you don't want to leave yet.

you linger by the desk. sevika raises her eyebrow. you gulp.

"do you think i could get your number?" you ask. sevika smiles.

"sure. if anything comes up just give me a call and i'll be happy to--"

"no, not like that. i meant for, like, a date." you say, scratching your neck awkwardly. sevika looks shocked.

"wh-- really?" she asks. you shrug.

"it's not-- you can just tell me to fuck off--"

"no! i mean, yes! i'd love to go out with you i just--" she looks down at herself. "i'm shocked you're into all this." she says, gesturing at her grease covered outfit and body. you laugh.

"i'm... very into it." you say honestly. sevika giggles, then scribbles her number on a piece of paper, handing it to you. you grin.

"text me. i get weekends off, so..." she says.

you bite your lip to keep from squealing until you get into your car.

sevika laughs when after your car door slams, she can hear the faint sound of you celebrating.

"yes! fuck yes, she gave me her number!" you shriek.

she smiles the rest of her shift, that smile turning into a grin when she gets a text from you an hour before she clocks out.

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 1 year

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Long Day, Late Night (m)

Guys, idk what to say, clearly I’m going through a bit of a ~writing hyperfixation~ so please have this 2.5k mishmash I couldn’t get out of my mind even though I literally just posted a fic yesterday.

This one is Greyson-centric, and takes place even earlier than the last one - like just a couple months after Greyson started at the restaurant (btw, the restaurant name is Elliot’s, which you find out in this story). It’s the first time Greyson is sick at work and Elijah is *oblivious*. I hope you like it, as always I’m not about to read it before I post it so you get what you get lmao. Also as always, I love and am obsessed with you all mwah mwah ok here’s the story gtg BYE

cw: male, cold, coughing

Long Day, Late Night

The only small mercy Greyson could think of was that this didn’t happen often.

In fact, Greyson couldn’t think of the last time he’d felt this shitty. It certainly hadn’t been in at least a year; definitely not since he’d started at Elliot’s. He cursed the unspoken chef rule of never calling out, never admitting defeat, and powering through everything; maybe he should’ve taken his mother’s advice and gone into accounting. Greyson seriously doubted that accountants prided themselves on going to work sick.

Greyson pushed through the back doors of the kitchen, squinting at the bright fluorescent lights against a killer headache. Silently, he said a prayer to the universe that today would be an easy day. They had a table of 15 that was supposed to occupy most of the evening – thank god, he found himself thinking. Maybe I can get out of here early.

“Chef,” Elijah greeted Greyson as the chef walked into the office and slammed down his backpack. The GM was fervently typing out a text message, a look of frustration obvious on his face. Greyson yanked off his sweatshirt and pulled his chef’s coat off the back of his chair before returning Elijah’s greeting.

“Boss,” he said, straining against a painfully sore throat. Elijah sighed, clicking his phone off and regarding the chef once again.

“We have a problem,” Elijah said, rubbing a hand down his face. Greyson froze in the midst of buttoning his coat; those were certainly words you didn’t ever want to hear from your boss in your relatively-new position.

“Problemb being…?” Greyson asked, cringing inwardly at the congestion he could already hear in his voice. Fortunately for him, Elijah either didn’t notice or ignored it.

“The fifteen top,” Elijah said, pulling up their reservations on the computer. Greyson peeked over his shoulder and widened his eyes when he saw it.

“Forty?” Greyson asked, incredulous. “Since when has it gone up to forty?”

Elijah sighed again, defeated, and turned back to the chef. “An hour ago they called and asked if they could up their reservation; the hostess answered.”

“The ndew girl? With half a brain and huge tits?”

Elijah snorted. “Yeah. That’s the one.”

“Fuck me, Boss. Tell mbe you called them back and said we can’t do it.”

Elijah winced. “That’s the thing, Chef. It wasn’t them who called; it was the concierge at their hotel. They’re out all day, won’t be back to the hotel until after dinner. So…”

“So we can’t change it,” Greyson groaned. “Fuck. I mean, I don’t know if I even ha – ahh...ahhHSTSHH-ue! NGTSHH-oo! Snrf.” Greyson covered his nose with one hand and snatched a tissue from his and Elijah’s shared desk with the other. He cleaned himself up and crumpled the tissue in his hand before finishing. “I don’t evend kndow if I have enough product.”

“Bless,” Elijah said, distracted. “I know. It’s fucked, and I’m sorry. If we have to change their menu, we can. I’m here for you, chef. I’ll even throw on an apron if you need.”

Greyson groaned once again; of course this would happen today, of all days. The day he woke up aching and congested and with his throat on fire. The one day in his almost-three-months at his new job where he wasn’t planning on working fifteen hours. Greyson bit his cheek against the frustration he felt building inside him and turned back to his boss.

“It’s ok,” he said, attempting a smile. He clapped a hand onto his boss’s shoulder and grabbed his knife bag. “We’ll mbake it work. Thanks for the offer, b – HNGSTH-ue! HRSHH! HFTSHH! Huhhh...Hhh...hnnn.” Greyson swore from the crook of his elbow, cursing that final stuck sneeze. He grabbed another tissue, before thinking twice and grabbing the whole box to take with him.

“Bless, chef. And thank you, you’re a beast,” Elijah said, turning back to the computer once again. “Oh, and one more thing: we still have that tasting with the owners of that winery upstate today. They’ll be in at two – can you still come taste with me?”

Greyson raised an eyebrow and sucked in through his stuffed-up nose again. “Uh. Sure, boss. I’ll mbake it a priority.”

“Appreciate it,” Elijah said, turning to smile at the chef for a moment. “Let me know if you need anything from me.”

***

It wasn’t that Greyson was mad; it wasn’t even that he was disappointed. If anything, Greyson was just...confused.

Don’t get him wrong, Greyson was usually the first person to deny a cold. But he’d known from the moment he opened his eyes that this was no cold; he’d felt the snake-like chokehold of a fever almost immediately, and he’d devolved from a slightly stuffed nose at seven am to near-constant sneezing fits by ten. His throat was nearly closed with pain, and he could already tell that the cough was going to be a problem. He didn’t expect sympathy from his boss, but...some acknowledgment of the fact that he was clearly ill would’ve been nice.

“Huhh...NGSTHH-uhh! HehhGTZSH-ue! Fuckigg hell.” Greyson grabbed yet another tissue from the box he’d placed on his prep station and blew his nose again. His cooks had begun filing in for their shifts, and every one of them had cringed at their chef’s appearance on seeing him.

“Wow, chef,” his sous chef, Matt, had said when he joined his boss at the prep station. “That’s dedication.”

Greyson had made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat before tossing the tissue and washing his hands. “Ndo choice,” Greyson said, turning to cough into his elbow. When the coughing fit finally subsided, he turned back to Matt. “Fifteend-top’s forty ndow.”

“Oh, Christ,” Matt said, unpacking his knives. “Of course it is. What should I jump on?”

“Butcher the filets, please,” Greyson said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They’ll be mince mbeat if I try to do themb like this.”

“On it,” Matt said, putting his bag under the table. “You take anything for that?” he asked.

Greyson shook his head. “Ndo timbe. I’ve beend prepping since literally the mboment I walked in.” He started coughing again and Matt raised his eyebrows before striding into the server’s station. He returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup and a handful of pills.

“That’s what the servers have; not sure what they all are but it couldn’t hurt to just take them all,” Matt said, handing them and the cup of tea over to his boss. Greyson choked out a laugh.

“I feel like if anything could hurt it’s taking a savage handful of mbystery pills,” he said, tossing them all into his mouth and swallowing with a mouthful of tea. “But I’mb ndot too proud to admit when I’m desperate.”

“Chef!” Elijah called suddenly, bursting through the kitchen doors, obviously on a mission. “The people from the winery are here. Can you break away for a bit?”

Matt raised an eyebrow at Greyson, who just sighed in return. He turned towards Elijah, who was once again texting someone fervently. “Yeah boss, coming,” he said. When Elijah breezed through the doors into the dining room, Greyson turned back to his sous.

“Hold down the fort for mbe?” he asked. Matt huffed out an amused laugh.

“Sure thing, chef. Good luck, uh, tasting wine.”

“‘Tasting’ will be a strong word for it,” Greyson mumbled, untying his apron and pushing through the kitchen door.

Seated at the corner table was Elijah, a man and woman who looked to be a couple, and about thirty bottles of wine. Greyson’s head pounded at the sight of it, but he took his seat next to Elijah all the same.

“There he is, the man of the hour!” Elijah clapped Greyson on the back as he sat down, and Greyson nodded toward their guests.

“A pleasure,” he said, his voice gravelly. He cleared his throat and asked, “What’re we drinking?”

***

Greyson looked down at his watch for about the tenth time since they had sat down an hour ago. Elijah, taking notice of at least one thing about Greyson, nudged him toward the kitchen.

“Alright, Chef, thanks for your input,” Elijah said, then regarded the winemakers. “He has a big night tonight. Back to the grind, right, Chef?”

“Yeah,” Greyson said, pushing back from his seat. “Thangks, guys. Great wine. Hopefully we can make sombething work out.”

The winemakers smiled back at him easily; the woman of the couple held her glass up as if to toast Greyson. “Cheers, Chef. Hope you’re feeling better soon.”

Greyson colored, and Elijah whipped towards the chef, confused, but neither of them seemed to dissuade the woman’s partner from tacking on his own sympathies. “That sounds like one hell of a cold.”

Greyson meant to deny their accusation, or at least thank them for their kindness, but was rudely interrupted by his nose. “I – HNGSTHH-uhhnn. GTSHH! HehhITSZCHUE! Snrf.” Greyson coughed a little, if only to clear his throat, and shrugged sheepishly.

“Safe travels back,” he said in return, and headed back towards the kitchen.

Once inside, Greyson ducked into his and Elijah’s office and slammed the door shut. He’d done his damnedest to keep his symptoms under control around their guests, but now the floodgates had opened he really fucking needed to – to…

“HNGSTHH-ue! HTSZCH-ue! Huhh...nggg. Huh, huhhhHHHHUHESTZCCHUE! ETSHCCHUE! GTSCHZUE! Fuckigg – HTSHHCHUE!”

Greyson pulled a few tissues out of the box on their desk and blew his nose, thoroughly spent. This is hell, he thought, putting his head in his hands. I’ve died and gone straight to fucking hell.

He considered maybe just crawling under the desk right then and there, cocooning until he was no longer the walking plague, when someone quietly rapped on the door.

Go away, Greyson thought, but whoever it was opened the door before he could say anything. When he looked up, Elijah was standing over him, a look of confused worry on his face.

“Um,” he said, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him. “Are you...ok?”

Greyson felt his face flame once again, his embarrassment near-palpable. Was he okay? Did he look okay? Did he sound okay? For the first time all day, Greyson felt something other than the depth of his illness; he felt livid.

“Yeah, boss,” he snorted, making himself cough hard into his arm. He sucked in through his nose and stood to tower over Elijah, his watering eyes glaring daggers. “I’mb great.”

Greyson pushed past his boss, threw open the door, and headed straight into the deep frezzer to take some breaths and collect himself. The frigid air was a slap in the face, and it gave him the clarity he needed. He may not even be a blip on his boss’s radar; that was fine. He would work even harder, then – make his name even quicker and get the hell out of Elliot’s as soon as was humanly possible. Get the fuck away from this restaurant and its haughty, clueless, thoughtless owner.

The chef pulled himself together as much as he could and stepped out of the freezer. Elijah was, of course, standing right outside the walk-in.

“Chef,” he said quickly, clearly attempting to get his point across before Greyson pushed past him again. “You could’ve told me if you’re sick – I mean, I could’ve called in backup, or closed reservations…” he looked up at Greyson then, apology plastered all over his face. Greyson wasn’t taking the bait.

“Too late ndow,” he mumbled, checking his watch. “Service starts in an hour. Please; I dond’t have timbe for this.”

Once again, Greyson pushed past his boss. He made his way back to the prep table and picked his knife up, before regarding Matt.

“Tell mbe what you ndeed from mbe.”

***

Service was, to put it lightly, hell.

The forty top had gone fine, as well as could’ve been expected, and fortunately there weren’t any problems or send-backs, but Greyson was in absolute agony the entire time. He couldn’t breathe, his voice was mangled from shouting orders, and he was pretty sure he’d infected his entire staff with the insane amount of sneezing he’d done.

The moment the last ticket was stabbed, Greyson put a hand on Matt’s back and said, “You’re up. I ndeed to sit down like...now.”

Matt nodded in understanding and stepped up to the line to make sure the cooks started breaking everything down. Greyson, alternatively, tripped into the office and immediately put his throbbing head into his hands and let loose the coughing fit he’d held back the last four hours.

In the midst of coughing, Greyson heard someone quietly enter the office and sit in the chair next to him. Then he heard something else; a paper cup being placed on the desk next to him. Greyson looked up to see Elijah sitting beside him, quiet. Greyson sighed.

“I’ll pack mby shidt,” he said, rubbing an aching eye with his palm. “I’mb sure you already have sombeone lined up, but I’d be happy to spend a day just showing themb the ropes or whatev -”

Greyson was cut up by his boss reaching up mid-sentence and placing a cool hand on his forehead. Greyson couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes in relief.

“You’re burning up, Greyson,” Elijah said quietly. “Have you had a fever all day?”

The chef wasn’t sure what to say. He shrugged. “I guess,” he said quietly, his boss’s hand still on his forehead. Elijah pursed his lips and took his hand away. Unsure what to do with it, he pushed the cup closer to Greyson.

“Tea,” he said, as if it wasn’t obvious. Greyson couldn’t help but huff out a laugh.

“Okay,” he said, taking the cup. They both sat in silence for another moment, which was only broken by Greyson’s breath hitching for the millionth time that day. “Huhh..hhhNGTSHH-ue! Guhhh.” Greyson grabbed the last couple of tissues out of the box and blew his nose, miserably.

“Bless you,” Elijah said, clearly still unsure what else to say.

“Thangks,” Greyson said, crumpling the tissue and looking back at his boss. “So...am I ndot fired then?”

Elijah chuckled and looked up at Greyson again. “You’re not fired.”

“Okay,” Greyson said again.

After another beat, Elijah blurted out, “I’m sorry. Greyson, I’m really, really sorry.”

Greyson wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Umb,” he said, brilliantly. “Okay.”

“Sometimes I’m just, like, in my own world, y’know? The restaurant...it’s all-consuming, man. I’m always fuckin’ worried about it, and it just gets exhausting. I wish I had more patience and was, like, more...observant. But,” he shrugged. “I’m just...not. So I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.” Elijah sighed, post-speech, and gave Greyson a small smile. “And I’m sorry you’re so fucking sick. You look like hell.”

Greyson set his jaw then, and looked down. He was absolutely not about to let his boss see him tear up, especially not at something so fucking stupid. Instead, he took the cup of tea and sipped it slowly. “I appreciate it, boss,” he whispered. “I’mb, uh… I’mb ndot feeling awesome.” He looked up, having composed himself, and gave Elijah a loopy half-smile. “Long day. Late ndight.”

Elijah smiled back and patted the chef’s knee. “Take the weekend. Okay?”

Greyson swallowed painfully and nodded. “Okay, boss,” he said. “Whatever you say.”

#snz #snzkink #snz kink #snzfic #snz fic #sickfic #coldfic #male cold #original charater #snez #snzblr #snz blog #whiskeyswriting #damn this got sappy as hell #and long lmao #idk the way ive been going i guess ill see you guys with another fic in two days lolllll

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wellthatschaotic · 4 months

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Are there any bugs or bug-like creatures in the paracosm y’all particularly remember? Be that ones you liked to watch or ones that could be a bit annoying as y’all went about the day?

"PIXIES-" *drags alisha away from keyboard (again)*

other bugs in that same forest are really pretty but also. carnivorous and/or like. acidic. so keep your distance probably because they Will take a chunk out of you. honestly i stay out of that forest it's pretty but not worth it.

we do have a lot of earth-adjacent bugs (since earth and etheria come from the same root world. which is another thing we could go more into perhaps!) but some are more adapted to (nature) magic because of. well. evolution. there are even mosquito-like-things that drink magic/energy instead of blood which are. annoying. i will say we have cooler moths & butterflies though

asteria's bugs are more different since it's a lot less earth-like in general. everything is Bigger there to the point where some of the bugs are like. tameable. not pets per say but like. smart lil guys. there's one species used for like mail that i can't remember the name of i'll have to ask aerwyn. there's another insect that i also can't remember the name of where its wings & scales are used for Fancy Clothes (think of how we use silk which is made from worms).

OH speaking of worms back on esteria there is a bug that is Not on earth that's. kind of like a worm? ish? like yknow how caterpillars turn into butterflies. this thing is a worm that turns into a caterpillar like thing. in its teenage stage (between worm/caterpillar when it's just starting to like. grow legs) it is considered a Delicacy (i don't like it but alisha says i've just never had it prepared right. but she also can't cook for shit). same bug in its Final Form has really tough scales that are sometimes used for Shinies but not too often.

ok gtg to work bye!!

#chaos chitters

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eddieboi23 · 2 years

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Don’t be sad

Courtney x depressed!GN Reader (Dead End Paranormal park)

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Summary: You have been slacking in work at the theme park, and no one seems to want to ask why, besides Courtney.(reader is above 18 in this)

Tw: cussing, um depressing thoughts, kissing?

(Y/n)=yours name

-this is thoughts-

Credits: me

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Your POV:

You’ve been sad lately, no, more like, absolutely fucking depressed. You don’t HAVE a valid reason, at least that’s what others say.

You hate yourself, your parents for kicking you out of your home, your voice, your body, everything. Of course your parents and friends all said you should stop “bringing down the mood”, or being “selfish,” so you tend to just keep it in, though it hurts. But who cares, right?

You awaken in the creepy bedroom you moved into(along with Barney), and sigh. (You were kicked out by your parents bc plot) You can tell today is going to be hard, as you already want to go back to sleep ,forever.

You fight through the urge to do just that and slowly get up, all your bones popping as you stretch.

Then you look in the mirror on the side table ,and see your puffy eyes and tear stained face.

You cried last night, you would definitely have to fix your face.

You slowly go through your morning routine and exit your room, walking down to meet Barney, Norma, and… Courtney.

You will admit you had a small crush on her, but that’s besides the point!

Barney Norma, Pugsley and Courtney are all just sitting around the steps, talking to each other, then they all turn to you.

Courtney waves, and you wave back. Then you slowly shuffled down to them.

“Hi Y/N! You sure do look tired! Are you ok?” Pugsley yapped.

“Mhm, yep” you replied.

“Y/N you should make sure to get the correct amount of sleep!” Said Norma in a scolding tone.

“Yea, sorry…” you mumbled.

Then it was Barney’s turn to speak, “yea it’s ok, I get it, this mansion is kinda creepy” you nod your head slowly, not having the energy to correctly reply.

Courtney narrows her eyes at you, then looks at the rest of the gang, “hey mortals, lemme talk to Y/N for a sec, alone.” You widen your eyes slightly, then look to the others.

Barney smirks and starts walking off. “We’ll start patrol alone! It won’t be too hard to find us!”

“O-Ok- bye.” You stuttered, as the others went outside to do who knows what.

Your thoughts were going crazy.

“-Now we are alone, fuck, ok y/n don’t panic, just alone with your crush no big deal it’s fine, am I in trouble, does she kno-“

“MORTAL” Courtney yells, a little too loudly.

You jump and look at her. “Er what? Sorry. Where you saying something?”

She sighs, “look mortal, something is obvious wrong with you or something, so just spill it! I ain’t got all day.”

You freeze, then force a smile. “Oh! No I’m ok, just tired yah know? N-Norma did say I needed more sleep!😅”

Courtney crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “You sleep all the time, how much sleep does a mortal need!? I know something is wrong. You have constant bags under your eyes, walk soooo slow AND always wear hoodies. just TELL me!”

You let out a nervous laugh. “I’m fineee- OH I HEAR BARNEY CALLING GTG!!” You run outside before Courtney can say a word. Hope she bought you excuse.

Courtney Pov:

I watch Y/N run away, confused. “-why doesn’t the mortal want to talk, their stuttering was cut- HEY! Focus, no gushy stuff. they are hiding something. I’ll leave them alone for now, but I WILL make them talk.-“ she thought.

Then she went to go eat some trash or think abt how y/n is hot… or something idk.

(Time skip brought to you by my crippling depression)

Your pov:

You want to DIE, it’s too hot, your too tired. You just got back from patrol with Barney and Pugsley.

You say good night to them and shuffle to your room.

You open the door and walk in, turn off like light, then close to door. “-ugh I can’t wait to sleep, I’m too tired for this shi-“

You turn around, then scream, cutting off your current sentence.

“GOD! Courtney!!?! What are you doing here?! You almost gave me a damn heart attack!”

Courtney stares at you from the spot on your bed, with crosses arms. “Hellooo mortal, time to talk.”

You raise your eyebrow, the realize what she was talking about.

You let out a nervous laugh. “I already told you court, I’m just tired”

Courtney scowls then angrily gets up. “Fine! If you wanna lie to me, then SOOO be it, I thought we were buddies..” she scoffs.

You look at her for a sec, then sigh and sit on the bed. “Fine….but you can’t tell anyone…”

Courtney smirks and sits back on the bed. “I knew you’d come to your senses mortal, go on”

You look away and sigh again. “Yah know, I’m just depressed and all, I just hate my body, my parents, being alone. I wish I didn’t have to, idk,,, live? I know I’m probably just bringing you down, I’m s-“ you get cut off my tiny arms hugging you, so you look down towards Courtney. She’s hugging you.

You blush, and stutter. “C-Courtney?”

She hugs your tighter. “Look, Y/N, I know life sucks and shit, but your not alone you know? You got me and the gang to help yah. I’ll eat anyone who makes you feel like that.”

You tear up. “I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want to burden you guys….”

Courtney sighs. “Someone can’t be a burden if you love em- er wai-“

You interrupt. “I love you too.”

Courtney let’s go and looks at you. “Wait what? Like actually? Better not be yanking my chain mortal!”

You slowly nod. “Yea uh, I have for awhile…I’m glad you feel the s-“

Your cut off by scaly lips touching yours.

You pause, then kiss back, melting into the kiss.

After a few moments, Courtney pulls away and so do you, because air is a thing.

You stare at her. “So uh… are uh, um”

“Be my partner, I mean, who could resist me, right mortal?” Courtney says while smirking and wiggling her eyebrows.

You laugh, maybe the first genuine laugh in a while. “Sure, You got me there heh.”

“God, you making me go soft.” Courtney smirks and teleports onto your shoulders. “Buttttttt. Im already making yah feel better,. guess I gotta be around all the time so you don’t like, parish from sadness.”

You smile. “Yea, heh, guess you do.”

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This is well, definitely not my first time writing, but it will be the first time I actually TRY….so enjoy this??

It is absolutely terrible so yk…deal with it ig

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xsheema · 1 year

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for my future soulmate.

Hi darling.

whoever you are and wherever you are, u know what, I can't wait to meet you. or, Hey, we've never met before? have we? or have we ever been together? or you could just be my boyfriend now :)

well, whoever you are, know that I'm improving myself for you. for our little family. Oh yeah, I'm about to graduate high school now. you? what is your activity? what are your dreams? I hope we can unite your dreams and mine and make them come true, Aamiin.

I won't ask for all kinds of things if later we can live in one house. definitely working. As long as you don't get too tired, man, your face will definitely super cute when you're tired, I'll help you later, dont worry, ok hunny? just so u know im super picky with food but if u tired after work and all u just can make is, just a fried rice, I'll definitely eat it. as long as it'sform ur magical hand, baby. anyway, I'm not going to force you to be able or master to cook, I prefer that we always cook together after we get home from work or when we want to go to work even tho we can watch tutorial cooking on YouTube. Haha Oh yeah, I really like babies, I don't want to delay having a baby, so as much as possible and as soon as possible you have to make me pregnant. PUT BABY TO MAY BELLY!!!!! :)*Wow. I'm so aggressive,.

babe, I want you to be my partner if our baby cries in the middle of the night. but the part of changing our baby's diaper is still you, the problem is I can't stand the smell, even though my own child. duuhhhhh, I can die smelling our baby poop :(((

Every month, I will give you a gift, even though it's not expensive, the important thing is it can be useful for you. You can't just accept me as I am, no. you have to demand that I be better every day. are you ready not to be an outlet when I'm PMS? or when I'm Upset and jealous. Yes, I'm superrrr jealous. It's okay for us to fight every day as long as after that we make it up again, if you don't want to make it up you can't sleep in the same bed as me. Ehehe I'm kidding. Hey, I don't know what your physical form is like yet, I like the half-breeds, uh, but local ones like it too. you must be one of them. For sure, I will always treat you well. love u honey. bye gtg to class mwaah.

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sorry that was more a random list of idea than a top 10 my head is empty im at work and i GTG WORK OK BYE THYANJU FOR STEVE EXCELLENCY GOODLUCK

NO I LOVED IT i'm keeping it in my inbox in case i actually do any HEHE i love you also they're such cute ideas thank you so march

#asks #a figurative top 10 ☝️

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6x7 like father like daughter

the alexis lawyer episode liveblog

Ok so I only have 20 minutes to liveblog but that should get me to the titlecard at least

Why are they showing us "incorrect" footage tho?

15 years is a long time commonwealth of pennsylvania He can be killed? they still have death penalty? midnight? dramatic.

What is alexis doing here? alexis is so pretty tho

GETTING MARRIED IN SPACE REALLY WOULD BE COOL THO. except for reggie the helicopter spaceship pilot lol & peeing in space is not hot KB: Yes, because when I was a little girl imagining my wedding day, being stuck in a small tin can with a thousand tons of rocket fuel strapped to my ass was exactly what I had in mind.

RC: I don’t want to go look at wedding venues this weekend. KB: Too bad.

Alexis held her breath until she passed out, new trivia

Ooh Alexis is friends with police detectives! Yay abuse of resources! They are friends with alexis, baby alexis is growing up.

Castle stacking pencils on his nose, castle adhd headcanon, the music is great "you should be writing!"

Alexis changed! "I'm still mad at you ok?" Alexis went to court before castle lol *accidentally says frank's name* RC: Yeah … how? (ALEXIS rolls her eyes) I must have seen the file on Esposito’s desk. Evidence? Find the story then.

This isn't a time for you to reconnect with alexis, this is work. Remember in the future, s8, when castle tries to win back beckett in a similar way to what he's doing now with alexis?

Castle talk abt the case not pi... "What if I was, would that be so bad?" He hasn't asked a question yet bc he was keeping up with the case Maggie stayed with him all this time? Freaking sad! Beautiful! every week for three years is a long time... AC: it already hurts.

Wow yay already titlecard.

Good job with the makeup making him look young for the first scene in the ep Lawyer? Cop? No a mystery writer.

His house alarm went off, called someone to shut off the alarm. Shut it off, heard screams across the street. Backdoor open, went inside, she was lying there. But girl what if you like tried to start cpr or smth so when the cops come in they see you beating on herbody but they also then realize that you are hitting her chest for heartbeat. blood on you, police record... She had a crush on him & he flirted back but he also proposed to his gal! Obviously they have looked into lyle gomez, right? Or no. Ok.

Frank: They didn’t have to. They had me. Mr. Castle, I’ve got three days left on God’s earth. I don’t need you to find the real killer. I just need somebody to prove it wasn’t me. btw the music, rly good.

Castle callin ghis police detective wife... here for both of you slkjfsldjfs oof ouch this ep & I have to leave for fucing work now.

Lol cliff's notes.

Can you get partial prints off the bracelet? if it came off during the struggle?

k gtg ily bye

k I'm back. My grandparents visited & I had a FULL day of work so I couldn't return to my liveblog after work & I couldn't start liveblogging in the morning but I have a few hours now before work today.

That's what castle is ther for, seeing things other ppl missed!

lol acab

My bro speaking as alexis: Wait dad, 'm paying the check?

Sherlock holmes, the mest evidence is what is NOT there

Lanie & alexis <3

Police won't do shit

*lyle walks back in & slams the door*

Teenaged girl <3 not asking for permission, but I still want you here

Alexis just enters this man's house?

on/off relationships can just be like that sometimes

Lol I love how he shoplifted booze & the shop owner didn't charge him or anything but made him pick up litter

Except Frank wasn't into her so it wouldn't matter if she was seeing other guys

She turns and gasps. CASTLE is by the door, ready to attack with a tire iron. AC: She turns and gasps. CASTLE is by the door, ready to attack with a tire iron. RC: Overreacting, maybe. You were in there a long time.

Yeah he IS tired all around. "& now I've got to be hers" oh my goodness this is a romance. At least you know you are dying so you can say your goodbyes. He's giving up hope...

Meth? Holy moly! Sammy keyes

"usually I do that with beckett" *ew*

Lanie my beloved

Nooo I love perlmutter he's such a grump

Yes, father-daughter relationships are special!

Not boyfriends, but tutors!!! Alexis was so smart asking about that!

Oh yeah textbooks are pricey!

Castle using his money to get old textbook records lol

Frank's brother! drugs?

He admits to tutoring

Maybe he was wearing headphones Maybe he discussed it so many times that to him it is not unusual. Maybe the smoke alarm went off from the autobody work all the time so he didn't care

Noooooooo John is trying to get his brother out of murder but he doesn't want to get killed either!

Frank believes that John is innocent or he knows & is covering? Oh that's why he said "you don't need to find the real killer just prove I'm innocent" IT WAS THE SAME CAR CRASH

pHINEAS gage... & now they are showing us a different version? They changed it from the start version. They didn't find john's fingerprints anywhere? Again, good job with the actors & makeup & youth

Girl it's been 15 years... You have a girl too...

It is his choice. His life to lose.

Randomly say things & then castle sparks brain thoughts & boom solve case science geeks like kim *castle is able to read it even tho he was a literature geek not a science geek*

Don't they have a time of death thing?

They have a film of this?

I like how lanie tries it anyway even tho it is obviously not going to fit. But there could have been another loop attaching them

Family <3 I love these two sm

Alexis asks questions she already knows the answer to Yeah but there are a ton of bike treads...

Kind of the judge to do that

The brothers <3 <3 <3

Anytime <3

This is enough thank lanie & ryan & esposito -- oh beckett ok lol aaah I love those two sm

#castle 6x7 #castle 6x7 quote #castle 6x7 spoilers #the alexis lawyer episode

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