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Taskmaster S16E08 Outtake

#taskmaster #alex horne #greg davies #daddy greg

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Greg Davies says "we're not great-looking guys with our own faces" as if he, Gregory Daniel Davies, is not the old man you're abnormal about and need to fuck.

#taskmaster #greg davies #taskmaster series 17 #taskmaster series 17 spoilers #taskmaster spoilers #taskmaster s17e5 #taskmaster s17e5 spoilers #i dont think this counts as spoilers territory but ill tag it in case #not my tags but agree

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Aaa a&w.

Good, but expensive for what you get. Also, it is different from the one in the States.

LMFAO

#funny #food #religion

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mutuals i fucking love you all so much forever btw. If you care

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#chuck taylor #tw blood #i love him

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Another great historical AU

House Always Win | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Prostitute takes the Hangman's money. Historical AU. 18+.

Mentions of Hangman Adam Page, Swerve Strickland, and Samoa Joe

@theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom

Enjoy my lovelies.

Pure fiction

The Hangman walked through the closed brothel and up the stairs. The sound of his weary boots echoed down the hallway. There was only one woman he wanted to see that night. His Y/N.

Her perfume was the first thing he took in the moment he opened the door. The smell immediately calmed and soothed up. She looked up vanity and smiled at him.

That night, she wanted to drive something different on him. With his handcuffs, she cuffed him to the bed. He shook his hands to show he couldn't slip out of the cuffs. Y/N smiled widely as her planned rolled into action.

She only focused on him that night. Hungry kisses shared between the two lovers. Her fingers snaked into his hair to keep his head in place. She sat on his lap, feeling the bulge in his jeans. A couple of times, she would grind into him. This would earn a gasp or grunt out of him.

Her hands, covered in oils, massaged his sore shoulders. He lulled his head to the sides, allowing her to get the spots she was once missing. His muscles relaxed under her touch. The life of a hangman was hard, but these simple pleasures made it easier.

Her nimble fingers worked to remove his belt. She threw it to the side of the room. His boots were the next to go, followed by his jeans and underwear. Y/N crawled over to him.

She teased him by licking up and down his shaft. He grunted and shook his arms. The rattle of the handcuffs made her tease him more. She focused on the head before taking him in. He moaned and panted. "Fuck, darling,"

Her head bobbed up and down until she could feel he was close. Y/N separated from him and crawled on her knees towards him. She kissed him as she slid herself down on his waiting dick. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders for stability and road him.

She noticed his eyes were closed and let hers wander. His wallet stuck out of his jeans. With a wicked smirk, she started to focus on him again. His hips thrusted to match her pace.

"Fuck, darling, I'm so close," he warned and with a few more thrusts he came inside of her. He leaned his head back and gulped to try and catch his breath. Y/N got off his lap and off the bed. She fixed her dress and strode over to his jeans.

"Aren't you going to let me go?" Hangman asked and shook his hands. Y/N laughed and grabbed the jeans from the floor.

"Afraid not, darling. I was offered a better deal by Mister Strickland, the new owner of this place. He doesn't particularly like you at the moment given what happened with you and the Samoan they call Joe," she informed him. She reached in his pocket and grabbed his wallet. Hangman shook his arms to get out of his binds.

"How could you do this? We, we,"

"Were simply business transactions, darling. The house always wins, and this house now belongs to Swerve,"

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Austin | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Hangman is a no-show after talks of moving.

Author's Note: Inspired by something that happened recently.

@99hook @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms @coleskingdom

Pure fiction

Y/N remembered the plan perfectly. The two of them always talked about it after a night of passion. He would hold her in his arms while she traced random shapes on his chest. They would move out of their town together and start a new life.

She always dreamed of a life on the beach. Her toes buried in the sand while he played on his guitar. They would soak up each other under the sun. Nothing could ever hold them back.

The car would be packed and ready to go. The moment the sun cracked over the horizon, they would take off. The playlist they made together would play through the speakers. It was the perfect dream.

Y/N waited in the gardens for him. She scrolled mindlessly on her phone and messaged her friend for reassurance (thanks again @99hook ). Text after text to him went unanswered. There no was no way she could call. She was afraid that if she heard his voice, she would get angrier and cry.

After forty-five minutes in the cold, she walked inside and sighed. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. She had been ditched. Despite all his assurances of never doing that to her. She was reliving her trauma. When she walked into their room, he never packed his things.

Y/N wondered if his truck broke down and he had no signal. He loved to spend his money on that thing. Could he have possibly run out of money for them to go? She would have gladly paid for more to be with him. Adam had been complaining about running into his ex lately. Did he tell her anything?

Anyone who wanted to be in her life would find a way to be. He was always the jealous type that wanted all of her attention. Now, he was pushing her out of his life. There was no good-bye note to even know what caused this.

A thought popped into her head. Adam loved going to the local bar. He was never one to control himself around liquor. Plenty of times, the bar owner had to call to have her pick him up. Maybe he got into another fight. She checked her call log. No missed calls from the bar. Maybe he was nervous. He needed to have some sort of alibi.

After a few more minutes, she decided to get in her car. As she made her way to Florida, he'd be a drunk left behind in Austin.

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One Less Problem | J.W.

Summary: Captain White overhears Y/N tell the boys a problem she's had with other men.

Author's Note: Special thanks to @bullet-clubs-bitch permission to use the picture. ❤️ I plan on overusing it and I apologize.

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Impure fiction

Y/N brushed her hair out in the vanity. Just because she had to live with pirates didn't mean she had to look like one. Her brush removes all the tangles in her hair. The door to the captain's quarters suddenly opens.

Captain White himself walked into the room. His body glistened in the candlelight as drops of rain fell from his body. Y/N promised herself she would only glance at him. Apparently it was a little longer than she expected.

"May have to start charging you soon, luv," the Captain spoke. Y/N rolled her eyes and focused on the mirror again. She saw through the reflection him walking towards her. His rough hands caressed her neck.

"Why did you call me in here?" She asked and looked higher on the mirror. He had an amused look on his face. One that she knew wasn't exactly trustworthy. His fingertips rubbed towards her shoulders.

"The boys told me an interesting story today. One that I think the Switchblade would like to take you up on," he offered and ran his fingers through her hair. She was used to his flirting ways. They always went on like this but nothing ever happened.

"Well, don't leave me waiting. What did the Gunn boys tell you," she insisted. She wanted this meeting to end soon. Her eyes couldn't stop watching his bare upper body.

"That men only focus on themselves in the bedroom. You have clearly never been with the best in the world himself," he bragged and dropped, so his lips rubbed against the shell of her ear. Y/N took a shaky breath. "Let me prove you wrong,"

"I'm leaving," she announced yet blushed. She was flustered at his direct teasing. There was no way he could be serious. He stood up as Y/N moved away from him. Just as she was about to walk away, he grabbed her wrist and sat her on the vanity. Her back pressed to the mirror. He stood between her spread legs.

"Afraid I will prove you wrong, darling?" He asked and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Her arms raised as if they had a mind of their own. It was as if her body was tired of being toyed with by him and wanted to finish.

"What makes you so special?" She asked defiantly.

"I'm the Switchblade, love," he reminded her. His lips locked on to hers. They were hungry for her. His hands rubbed down her bare sides before staying on her hips. He slid her closer to him. His bulge rubbed between her legs. She moaned in his lips.

His hands ran up her sides and cupped her breasts. She leaned back and watched as his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. They responded immediately to his stimulations. She never realized how sensitive they were. His lips found their way to her neck. He nipped and sucked at the flesh.

"These have to go," he told her once he was done teasing her. He bent down and removed her boots painfully slow. The anticipation gnawed at her. He gripped the bottom of her pants and pulled. With her assistance, they slid off of her legs.

His hands ran back up her legs and hooked the waist band of her underwear. She raised her knees towards her chest, so they slid off easier. He could feel the wet from her arousal on them.

"I've barely touched you," he teased and threw them over his shoulder. She glared at him yet said nothing. He pulled the chair behind him and sat down. His head between her legs. His breath tickled her inner thighs. "Don't be shy, darling. I got you,"

Jay placed her legs over his shoulders. He leaned down and slowly licked her slit from bottom to top. The tip of his tongue flicking her clit carefully. He repeated his actions several times before focusing on her bundle of nerves. She brought her head back and moaned. Her fingers snaked through his hair.

"Jay," she called out. A pressure started to build up in her lower abdomen. Y/N wasn't quite sure what it was, but she didn't mind it. Without warning, he slid a finger inside of her. His teasing allowed it to go in with relative ease.

His face pulled away from between her legs. She whined at the loss of him. His index finger continued to work her. With his other hand, his thumb rubbed where his tongue once was. She moved her head to the side and allowed him complete control. Another finger slid inside of her followed shortly by one more.

"Oh God," she gasped as his three fingers curled inside of her. The pressure in her stomach almost gave way. "Something is going to happen,"

"Not yet. You must be patient," he reprimanded her and slid his fingers out. His thumb also left her. She whined at his blatant cruelty. He stood up and kicked the chair from behind him. He fumbled with his pants. They pooled at his feet on the floor before he kicked him to the side.

His dick was harder than he could remember in recent sexual encounters. Knowing that he was going to give Y/N her first orgasm just did something to him. He rubbed the tip in between her folds. She shuddered from his actions.

"I am going to make sure you will always remember the name Jay White," he assured her. The captain placed his left hand against the mirror to steady himself. He slowly pushed inside of her. Grunts and pants filled the room at the tightness of her around him.

He kept the pace slow, not wanting to hurt her. Despite his slow actions, the pressure in her stomach started to build. "More," she begged. "Please,"

Her plea woke something inside of the dominating captain. His thrusts picked up. He made sure to be rough when he slid back in her. The vanity smacked against the wall behind her with each violent thrust.

"It's happening again," she whimpered. "Oh God,"

"Look at me, Y/N. I want to be the first man to see you at the height of your pleasure,"

She stared in his dark brown eyes. They were glazed over with lust and need. Her toes started to curl behind him. He grabbed her cheeks roughly so she couldn't turn from him. Her walls grew tighter around him. The word Jay was moaned quicker as she felt the pressure becoming too much. Three more powerful thrusts, and she felt her first orgasm wash over her.

Jay wasn't far behind. He forced himself to the hilt before cumming inside of her. The captain stayed inside of her before slowly pulling out. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved his hands under her legs and carried her to bed. He placed her down gently and covered the blankets over her.

"Any other problems I need to take care of?" He asked with a cocky smirk. She rolled her eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.

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At least his YN was safe.

Ohhh my heart

Past Always Finds You | W.O.

Summary: Will realizes his past will always find him. Historical AU.

Author's Note: Happy Dynasty Day. ❤️ May your favorite wrestler(s) win today. Unless I don't like them. 😂

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Mentions of Will Ospreay, Don Callis, and David Finlay.

Pure fiction

Will Ospreay knew he was bound to make enemies when he broke away from the Don Callis family. He just didn't expect it so quickly and with someone who was hell-bent on destroying everything he worked for.

David Finlay was just a petty common thief before falling into the right hands. They saw something in him that no one else did. The men then built him up to be more than a measly little rat in the streets. Now, he proved to be a thorn in Will's side.

The rain fell down an alleyway as the two men stared at each other. They were covered in water and blood. Will sat against the wall panting. He didn't remember David being so good at fighting. In the school yard, he could easily take him.

David walked over and squatted before him. A smirk appeared on his lips. He couldn't believe he had taken down Don Callis' protégé so easily. Just a few minutes to bask in the fallen state of Will Ospreay.

"Shame, you broke away from your adoptive daddy. You thought you had what it takes to make it in the big leagues?" He asked. Will continue to sit on the ground. David was still a mangy dog to him no matter how much training he received.

"Is this all you got?" Will retorted with a dry laugh. "A pair of brass knuckles and a few insults?"

"Not at all. You see, while you and I have a chat, my boys are going to a secluded little cabin in the country. Hear the weather is awfully nice up there this time of year. Also, I heard that a pretty little thing by the name of Y/N lives up there,"

Will's head snapped up. He glared at him. With his teeth bared, he gave one warning. "Leave her out of this,"

"I am going to destroy you, Will. I am going to take everything from you," he hissed. "But don't worry. Y/N and I will visit your grave along with all of our future children,"

Will lunged forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt. His wounds proved to be too much for him. His legs wobbled. David easily overpowered him. His hands wrapped around the assassin's neck. Will was pushed against the wall once more.

David didn't let up this time. He kept his hands around the others neck and slid him back down. David mentioned how much he was going to enjoy seeing the light leave his eyes. All hope was lost for Will. His thoughts were consumed by his Y/N. He mourned the life the two could have had.

His eyes were half closed as he struggled to breathe. He grabbed David's arms in one last attempt to fight him off. His attacker laughed at his weak attempt to live. A gunshot echoed off the alley walls.

David dropped to the floor. A pool of blood formed around him. A single bullet wound to the head saved Will's life while taking another. The blonde man turned to see his savior.

"Get up, Will," a bald man spoke in disgust. Black shades covered his eyes. Don started to walk towards his car. "Clearly, you still need training,"

"Y/N. He threatened Y/N. Where is she?" He rasped. His hand still over his neck. The English man slowly stood up with the aid of the wall.

"We beat his men there. She has been asking for you. I suggest you get in my car so she sees you are okay," he spoke over his shoulder. Will limped behind the man. At least his Y/N was safe.

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Control | D.M.

Summary: History AU. An arranged marriage to unite two countries. They still infuriate each other, and she embarrasses him in front of other country's diplomats. He has to remind her who is in control.

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The servants around the castle smiled at their newly wedded king. A few months ago, King Drew married a princess from another country. While they had a rough marital start, things were finally settling down. Or so it would seem.

King Drew smiled back at his loyal subjects. His wife, the queen, followed behind him with her head hung low. She maintained a steady pace to keep up with him. The anger her "dear" husband had for her was nothing she had ever experienced before. She didn't want to try her luck with him anymore today.

"Guards, make sure no one is to disturb me and my queen. It seems she needs to be taught another lesson," Drew ordered two of his most trusted guards. The two guards nodded and bowed their heads. Y/N blushed yet didn't say anything.

Her husband opened the door and closed it behind them once they were in his room. She pressed her back against the door. The two guards situated themselves on either side of the door. They could hear anything that happened inside the room.

"Come," he ordered and curled his index finger his way. Slow and unsteady steps carried her to him. He hoisted her up bridal style. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Drew placed her down in front of his favorite wooden chair.

The chair was adorned with antlers at the top. The rest covered in deer fur. The chair sat by the fireplace so he could read at night. He laid his legs on one of the handles and rested his arms behind his head.

"Strip," he ordered. Her eyes bugged out in shock at his command. Drew rolled his eyes. All her antics this morning in front of the diplomats from other countries. His queen should be happy she wasn't in the dungeons.

His patience grew thin when his woman didn't move a muscle. His eyes furrowed when he realized she thought she could get out of this. He changed his position on the chair. His elbows are now over his knees. His back was arched. He looked ready to pounce.

"Have your ears stopped working, my queen Y/N?" He asked. She gulped and shook her head. Her hands grabbed her green dress and slid it over her head. The dress crumpled to the floor next to her.

Never before had he humiliated her like this. She swore she could hear the guards outside snickering. Her cheeks reddened at what they were going to tell the rest of the castle inhabitants.

Drew stood up from his chair and circled her. He would never grow tired of her beauty. She held her breath as he stalked her. He pressed himself behind her. Y/N gasped upon feeling his excitement for her.

He grabbed her bare sides and turned her so she was facing the full-length mirror. He moved her hair to the side. His lips caressed the shell of her ear.

"You are going to bend over that chair and thank me for every lash of my belt that I haven't thrown you in the dungeons. Go," he ordered.

Y/N scurried to the chair and bent over. The king moved the mirror to face her. She looked away, not wanting to accept the lewd position she was currently in. He stripped in front of her. The belt held firmly in hand as he stood before her in all his glory. He walked behind her.

"Don't be shy," he chuckled and cracked the belt over her ass. She jerked forward and whined. The punishment wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. He must have had more ideas for her. Y/N thanked him and continued to thank him nine more times.

Drew threw the belt on the ground. His hands rubbed her ass. A series of hisses let her king know that the punishment was well received. He walked away from her.

"Sit on the king's chair, my queen," he ordered. She slowly stood up and tried to remain composed. The scene felt humiliating to her and she hoped it would end soon.

She bit her lip as her sore bottom hit the chair. Drew smiled as she tried to act like she wasn't bothered by all of this. Tears pricked in her eyes. The sting turned into a sore and throbbing ache.

"Comfortable?" He asked, which earned him a glare. His queen watched him carefully. His thumbs slid between his muscular body and the waist band of his kilt. Slowly, he lowered his kilt until it pooled around his feet. He stepped out of them.

"My queen Y/N, you are quite the talker, aren't you?" He asked, remembering all the words that fell from her mouth earlier. Y/N knew where this was going. The way he towered over her in all his glory. She looked away, yet Drew made her watch him. "Does my body no longer please you?"

She inhaled and gulped. Her eyes met his. "I meant no insult, my king,"

His hand gripped her cheeks. His thumb rubbed her bottom lip down slowly. The heat from the fireplace and seeing her like this made him almost melt. Drew cleared his throat.

"I believe your mouth has a better use for me besides pissing me off," he told her and gripped the back of her hair. The order was understood loud and clear. She licked his head softly. He grunted and shifted his hips yet remained still.

"Yes, my king," she answered and wrapped her lips around him. He slid himself in slowly before controlling her head. His breathy pants filled the room. Y/N placed her hands on his waist. A couple of times, he purposely slid too far into make her gag. A treat for the guards, no doubt.

"Such a good girl," he complimented. "A good queen to her king and her people,"

Their eyes met as he continued to compliment her. His words were nothing to the lust and need in his eyes. The time was coming when he had to have her. A simple tug of her hair, and they separated briefly. His cock glistened in the fire's glow.

He dropped to his knees. His strong hands grabbed the back of her legs and placed them on his shoulders. His face was buried between her legs. Her inner thighs felt the roughness of his beard.

"My king?" She questioned yet gripped the arms of the throne. His tongue worked her licking and sucking on every part that he knew would get a reaction. All a part of her punishment, she was sure. The guards no doubt enjoyed hearing their queen mew like a common whore.

He pulled away once he was satisfied with her wetness. Drew kissed her inner thighs. Her legs fell to the floor from his shoulders. He grabbed her hips and rolled her on her stomach. She moved her arms to prop herself up. Her legs were separated as he loomed behind her.

"You will not hide your shame, my darling. Look at the mirror as I take you. Your king commands it,"

"Yes, my king,"

Y/N slowly turned to look at the lewd reflection in the mirror. Her body was red and sweaty from her punishment. He placed his cock at her entrance and pushed forward. Drew gripped her hips to force him back on each thrust. Her eyes never left the mirror.

Something inside of him awoken when he heard her soft cries of pleasure. He pulled out of her and grabbed her arms. Drew held her wrists behind her. Her breasts flattened against the throne.

He placed a foot on the chair for better leverage and started thrusting inside of her once more. Her moans grew louder as the sound of skin on skin contact sounded in the room. His hips smacked her ass with each thrust.

"I knew my queen just needed a good fucking," he grunted while hearing her. Drew had never taken her like this. Her walls clenched around him greedily. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Y-yes, my king," she whined. His thrusts started to grow sloppy. He called for his wife a few times. He remained still inside of her as his seed poured out. Her walls milked him as she experienced her own orgasm. After a few moments to catch his breath, he let her wrists go. Drew slowly pulled out.

Y/N slowly stood up. Her back rested against him.

"Let's get you to bed," he hummed and picked her up bridal style. Drew laid her down gently before making his way to his side. He laid under the covers and dragged his queen towards him. Her head rested on his shoulder. Soft kisses were placed on her forehead. He rubbed her back until she fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Lucky | D.P.

Summary: Can you please write a Damian Priest X Fem Reader Fluff Story?! Anything Comforting is okay

Author's Note: Heavily inspired by what my husband told me Friday night. 🥺

Requested by @brideofinfamy

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The drive home felt like forever. The miles felt longer the closer she drove home. Her playlist of their favorite songs soothed her aching heart. Y/N couldn't get home fast enough to him.

Y/N had been gone from home for a week. She wasn't used to leaving her boyfriend behind. Usually, it was him that would be gone for long periods of time for work. This new change caused her to have trouble adjusting.

She pulled into the driveway and parked her car. Damian was still at the gym with Finn. Disappointed but she understood he was finally achieving his dream. He needed to keep in tip-top shape.

Y/N started her laundry to keep herself busy. He texted that he was on the way home. She started dinner for them. Anything to keep busy so the minutes didn't feel like hours. His car pulled into the driveway. One last inspection on her appearance before he opened the door.

The lovers shared a kiss and hugged once he closed the front door. They stayed in each other's arms. She had to blink back tears. Slowly, they parted so she could finish dinner.

Dinner came and went with talk about their week. Despite them talking and texting on the phone all day, they still had stories to share about their week apart.

"What?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Damian left to take a shower. She placed the dirty dishes in the washer and packed the rest of the food. Y/N went to the bedroom and changed to her pajamas. She laid on her side of the bed and scrolled through her phone.

Her boyfriend walked inside the bedroom and smiled at her. He walked to her side of the bed. She smiled and scooted over so he could lay between her and the edge of the bed. He rested his head on her sboulder and stared at her with a cheesy smile on his face.

"I just missed you, and I'm lucky to have you," he whispered and kissed her lips softly before engulfing her in a tight hug.

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Thank you so much for the tag, @im-just-a-mississippi-girl 💜

I'm over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports / I play an instrument / i know more than one language / I can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / I have never dated anyone / I have a best friend that I have known for over five years / I am an only child

No pressure tags:

@nicoleveno14 @lghockey @madhatterbri @officialchristiancagebbgirlblog @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla

started a new post since the last one was getting a little long, but thank you for the tag, @justreblogginfics ! 💖

I'm over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports / I play an instrument / i know more than one language / I can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / I have never dated anyone / I have a best friend that I have known for over five years / I am an only child

tagging: @withmyteeth @darqchilddaydreamz @keyweegirlie @late-to-the-party-81 @bullet-prooflove and anyone else who wants to join! xo

#tag games

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Adorable

Also

"Knock. You look creepy just standing there. "

Orange kills me

Brownie Points

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 1,487

Summary: A shy and nervous Chucky Taylor asks you on a lunch date.

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy Birthday Chuckie!! 🥳

Masterlist

Taglist

Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 🩵

First dates. First dates can be fun and sweet or they can be awkward and a total disaster.

When Chuck Taylor asked you out after a few weeks of you living next door, he was nervous and had no clue how you would react, mainly because he’s on the road a lot. Therefore, he didn’t have many opportunities to get to know you better. All he knew was you left for work around 6:30am and returned home at 4:30pm, and you went to the gym for an hour or so on certain days, and on some weekends a few of your friends would come over for a girls night. A simplistic life, a life he sometimes wished he had.

It took encouragement from his best friend Orange Cassidy to fully convince Chuck to give it a shot and ask you out, so here he was on your doorstep, last minute nerves slowly getting the better of him, but before he could chicken out, a ding from his phone grabbed his attention. It was Orange Cassidy, who was watching from the kitchen window because he knew his best friend would need encouragement and support.

Orange Man 🕶️🍊

Knock. You look creepy just standing there.

Chuck shook his head, a little smile forming on his face and a brief chuckle escaped his lips. He’s right. I can do this. Deep breath and knock. Chuck did just that - took a deep breath and knocked on your door before he lost his nerve.

Less than a minute later the front door opened. There you stood in your loungewear consisting of an old oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, your hair was a little messier than when you left this morning and you hardly had any makeup on. You weren’t a huge makeup wearer, you liked just enough to accentuate your natural beauty.

Chuck stood there stunned. He had seen you all dressed in your work clothes or gym clothes, but he hadn’t seen you like this before. To him, you looked breathtaking. Get it together! Speak! Chuck quickly blinked away the cobwebs in his brain. “I… um… I was wondering if you would maybe… want to go out sometime?” Chuck hated he was stumbling over his words but that’s what happened he spoke to a gorgeous woman. Chuck watched her open her mouth to speak.

You were aware of who Chuck Taylor was. Truth be told, you were a fan of his, so to hear him clumsily ask you on a date was absolutely insane to you. Out of all the women he could ask out, he chose you. You took a moment to calm your mind. “I would love to.” You softly spoke feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

“How does lunch on Saturday sound?” Chuck quickly crossed his fingers in hopes you were free because if not, it would a few months before he would have free time like this again.

Usually, you’d make the guy sweat by saying you would have to check your schedule, but with Chuck, you just couldn’t do that. You could see he was already stressing out as it was plus you already knew you were available then. “It’s a date.”

The remainder of the week was slow and boring. All you could think about was your lunch date with Chuck. You really wanted things to go well, especially since he was so sweet. You remembered when one particularly windy day a few days ago, the wind knocked your trash can over at the end of the driveway, trash strewn across your front yard. You had been at work and didn’t know about trash filled yard until you pulled into your driveway where Chuck was in your yard picking up the trash. You thanked him and he brushed it off with a ‘What are neighbors for?’

Finally, Saturday arrived. You got up earlier than usual, made a small breakfast then dug through your clothes for a nice outfit. You didn’t think to ask what he had planned for lunch. Would he take you on a picnic? To a cafe? To a restaurant? Would there be any kind of activity that a dress wouldn’t work with? Part of you felt like you were over reacting and that he would have told you if you needed to dress in a particular outfit, but then again he was nervous and could have forgotten.

When Saturday rolled around, Chuck was a nervous wreck. Thankfully, Orange Cassidy was there to help him calm down and prepare for the date. With everything prepped and ready to go, all Chuck had to do was get dressed.

One he was satisfied with his clothes, a nice pale blue shirt and a pair of jeans, and got the Orange Cassidy thumbs up of approval, he was out the door and on the short walk to your house. He hoped you ready and his arrival wouldn’t rush you.

Meanwhile, you had finally settled on a pretty, flowy lavender dress that came down to your knees. You did your makeup like always but added just a little bit more eyeshadow. Your eyes were your favorite feature and wanted to make them pop just a bit more.

A knock at the door pulled your attention away from your thoughts about what this date might hold. You quickly made your way to the door and peeked out the nearby window to see Chuck all dressed up. You stepped back and took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Hi.”

Your soft voice brought Chuck back to the present. He looked up at you and he had to pause to collect himself. “Wow.” He breathed out, absolutely stunned. He thought you looked breathtaking.

With his brain short-circuiting, you take the time to really examine him. The blue shirt made his eyes stand out, his hair still had that shagginess to it but styled just enough to give it a more dressed up feel.

Once Chuck finally got his brain back on track, he remembered the baked goods in his hands behind his back. “Oh! And I brought you these brownies. I’m not much of a baker but I think they turned out okay.” Chuck didn’t want to do the traditional, cliché flowers, he wanted to be unique.

“You made me brownies!” You beamed. You loved brownies along with cookies, cakes, pies, cupcakes. Desserts are your weakness. “This is so nice. I typically get boring flowers but baked goods are always welcome. Thank you Chuck.” You accepted the brownies and placed them on the small table by the door. You grabbed your purse hanging on the hook above the table before turning back to Chuck. “I’m ready if you are.”

Chuck couldn’t stop smiling. He was thrilled you loved the brownies, even if they might end up tasting disgusting. “Let’s go.” He held his arm out for you, a big smile on his face. Things were going great and he hoped they would stay that way.

Once the two of you were in Chuck’s car, a ding came from his phone. He apologized for the brief interruption to which you shook your head insisting it was okay. He quickly looked at the text.

Orange Man 🕶️🍊

You’re doing great. Have fun!

Chuck glanced up and sure enough there was his best friend, watching out the living room window with a thumbs up. He shook his head with a grin while starting the car.

The ride consisted of talks about random favorite things likes animals, movies, shows, books, music, etc.

When the car came to a stop in the small parking lot, you finally noticed that Chuck had taken you to a little cafe that had pretty much everything from coffee and tea to sandwiches and pastries.

Entering the cafe, you noticed the decor was simple yet fun. “This is a cute place.” Your compliment made Chuck relax; he was worried you wouldn’t like a cafe date.

After ordering and picking a table by the window, you decided to ask him about life on the road and what got him into wrestling. You watched as his eyes lit up. The conversation flowed smoothly and ended up transitioning into swapping embarrassing stories. Some of his stories seemed too outrageous to be true but you didn’t mind.

As Chuck listened to you tell a story about how you and your friends pranked one of your friend’s brothers, he got this fuzzy feeling that he had only heard about in books and movies. Guess it is real after all. He just hoped you were feeling the same way.

The butterflies in your stomach were nonstop from the moment you two began learning about each other. Turns out this feeling in the books and movies was real. You could really see yourself being with Chuck Taylor. Most importantly, being happy and loved. You just hoped he was feeling the same way.

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Motionless in White does like metal music but not all their songs have screaming in it. You may like Masterpiece if you want to give them a try

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I wish that match was longer

Anyway

Do you think Chuck needs a sponge bath? I can catch a flight

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I would be in favor of Anna Jay joining her man to be cartoonishly evil.