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readychilledwine · 6 months

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The Extra Mile

Summary - Rhysand has never failed to surprise you for your birthday, and he's not going to start now.

A/N - enjoy this drabble before the big bang tomorrow 💜 baby daddy and I are spending the day together and giving into ALL of my cravings today 🥹🥹🥹 ps peep the inspiration dress at the end of the drabble. I DROOLED.

You stretched, feeling over to your mate's side of the bed and pouting when you felt it was empty. You were used to him having to leave early in the mornings, but typically he woke you up for a quick kiss goodbye or a fast round of morning sex before slipping out from the covers and taking care of his duties.

But today was special, and he normally didn't do anything besides worship you on your birthday. You sighed, chalking it up to this being the first year you two could celebrate since he left for the mountain, since Feyre had been made, and the war with Hybern, maybe between all of that, he had forgotten.

You sat up, wrapping the satin sheets around your body and went to walk to the closet, only for a tendril of darkness to grab your wrist and pull you to the bathroom instead. "Did your master send you?" It seemed to nod, gently guiding you to a warm bubble bath. A bottle of wine sat near the edge, waiting for you to pop the cork along with a tray filled with grapes, cheeses, and a note in Rhysand's graceful scrollwork.

You smiled as the darkness swirled your naked body before disappearing with an almost kiss-like feeling on your cheek and temple. You leaned against the wall of the tub, opening the letter. You looked over to the side where the dress he mentioned in it was hanging. It was, of course, a beautiful piece made by his mother. It was, shockingly, a deep crimson red velvet gown with long sleeves, it had a rounded neckline and you could see what appeared to be chains and gems adorning what appeared to be an open back.

You heard the door open and another wine glass appeared. "Well, hello y/n darling." You smiled to Rhys, leaning your head against the tub and instantly moved so he could join you. "How was training?"

He sighed, stripping himself of his leather bottoms in an almost slow teasing manner. "Gwyn disarmed Azriel, Nesta beat Cassian in a hand on hand spar, Emerie let me teach her a new archery tip and trick to help her with drawback and aim. I'm very proud of them." You smiled at his sparkling eyes. "Emerie especially. You should be very proud of her."

"I am every day. Thank you for bringing her here." He nodded, getting in behind you and pulling you into his arms. "What's the plan for today?"

Rhysand poured you both a glass of wine, handing you yours and taking his. "Well, since this is the first year your birthday has been calm in years, I thought maybe we should enjoy a day shopping in Winter." He smirked behind his hand as you seemed to almost begin to glow in anticipation. "Then we will have dinner with Kal and Viv, because your sister asked if I would share you this year." The water began to splash lightly as your shoulders danced. "Then," he drawled out, "Kal has kindly volunteered to let us enjoy the weekend in your family's cabin, just us. No work. No worries. Perhaps, no clothing."

That was the final queue, you quickly turned yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly. "Does that sound good, darling? I know it isn't an extravagant party like Beron forces Lady Autumn to endure."

You nodded, eyes watering slightly, "It's perfect, Rhys. Just absolutely perfectly."

Isn't. This. Stunning?

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capricornlevi · 5 months

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warm, cool, sweet and bitter

cafe!owner nanami x reader - gn!reader - sfw - wc 1.6k

"not going for the usual?"

nanami's question is delivered casually and carefully, the low tones of his voice carrying across the empty floor of the restaurant.

his restaurant, to be exact. your favourite spot for a late-night cup of tea and the only place in the city that serves sandwiches made with baguettes baked fresh in-house, you find yourself here around 4am at least four days a week.

it's funny; your schedules make it so that the end of your day always coincides with the start of nanami's. he comes in early to put the pastries in the oven, to grind the coffee beans to the correct consistency, to ensure that there's enough stock to last the coming few hours. he's always occupied with some task or another -- for his sake, you're glad you're the only customer at this hour.

though the restaurant is a veritable ghost town whenever you visit, he has told you it tends to pick up around 7am. within the hour, there's a queue out the door.

the popularity doesn't surprise you. nothing beats the welcoming aroma of fresh bread from the oven, the slightly bitter but warm scent of brewing coffee enveloping you into a little bubble sheltered from the usual hustle and bustle of the streets outside.

the bar you work at is just three doors down, and so by the time last call is announced, you're already thinking of the warm baguette you're going to enjoy before rushing home to collapse into bed.

the same baguette every time, with the same blend of tea. you're fairly certain he gives you the same mug every time, too, a beautifully crafted piece of porcelain with little hand-painted yellow flowers decorating the sides.

you've carved out a nice little routine for yourself. but as nanami so astutely pointed out a moment ago, you figure it's time to change it.

some aspects of the routine stay the same; you sit on the same counter stool you always sit at, placed just beside the coffee maker so you can chat as nanami prepares a macchiato for himself. nanami looks the same, dressed in that familiar shirt and slacks that seem perfectly tailored just for him. the smooth jazz playlist plays so quietly in the background that it's barely legible -- you only catch a note or two every few minutes.

but you are going to change one key aspect of this ironclad routine: your order.

"yeah, gonna go for coffee today, i think," you inform him, trying to sound assured in your decision. "a double epresso, please."

"a double? at four in the morning?"

he casts a questioning look your way from over the counter and you shrug, trying to ignore the ache of your muscles as you do so. as he hand-whisks some whipped cream for the pastries, a few strands of his blond hair fall into his eyes. he tries to flick them away to no avail.

you swallow, a lump forming in your throat as you think of how to reply.

"busy day ahead of me, i guess."

nanami nods slowly -- out of politeness, you presume, since there's no way he knows what you're referring to.

your purposeful vagueness isn't to be rude, though, it's just saving you both from extreme awkwardness.

since the reason you're loading up on caffeine is so that you're fully charged to go and break up with your cheating boyfriend.

your pathetic, free-loading, unable to do his own laundry, didn't even have the courtesy to crop you out of the pictures he used on his Tinder profile, miserable excuse for a boyfriend.

in the middle of your lunchbreak you received a text from a girl he'd been hooking up with, who had very kindly spotted your picture on his social media and decided to inform you as to the calibre of man you were calling your significant other.

you thanked her, typed up a three-sentence long text telling your boyfriend it was over, and blocked him.

he had then used his friend's phone to call you, weeping for a chance to explain, snivelling and choking out inarticulate apologies, and you agreed to see him one last time.

just to give him a piece of your mind before cutting him off for good. it'll be good for closure, you figure.

you're more angry than heartbroken -- honestly, you're not sure you ever really liked him. six months into this relationship and you find yourself looking forward to these conversations with nanami more than you do spending time with the man you're actually seeing.

were seeing. past tense, thankfully.

nanami bends down to place the whipped cream in the fridge, dusting some residual flour from his royal blue shirt as he rises again.

"sounds like more than just a busy day," he observes patiently, measuring out some espresso grounds to pull your coffee. "want to talk about it?"

against the odds, your exhausted face brightens with a smile. "there's good customer service, and then there's me taking advantage of your hospitality, nanami."

shaking his head amusedly as he shakes off the excess grounds from the basket, he chuckles, a low, pleasant sound that lodges in your chest.

"it's not taking advantage if i'm offering willingly."

"you don't have enough to do around here?" you grin.

"oh, i do. but hearing about your problem might make me feel better about having to spend three hours doing stock take later this evening."

"ah, so i'm doing you a service moaning about my personal life?"

"absolutely. in fact, if it's tragic enough, i'll throw in a pain au chocolate free of charge."

"high stakes," you reply with a faux solemnity. "you really want to hear?"

"very much so," he answers, the sentence being punctuated by the hum of the espresso machine.

"okay then," you sigh, fidgeting with the rings on your right hand as some vain attempt to distract yourself. "the short of it is that i just wasted six months of my life. half a year. five percent of a decade that i'll never get back."

nanami waits for the espresso to finish pouring, the deep amber of the coffee shot wafting steam up into the air between the two of you.

"wasted how?"

another sigh, wearier this time. "on a guy who i genuinely think has annoyed me since i met him."

silence. this time, it doesn't appear to be coffee-related.

but when you glance away from your rings to see nanami's face, you see that it's more pensive than judgemental. as though he's truly considering what to say next.

"why did you agree to go out with him in the first place?" he asks after another few moments, brows slightly pinched together.

a fair question. one you're not entirely sure of the answer to.

"fear of the alternative?" you hazard a guess, acutely aware of how strange it is to be speaking so candidly with a guy you only know through your shared love for baked goods.

"being alone?" he follows up with a sincerity that cuts through any discomfort.

"i guess."

"i know what you mean," nanami continues, finally remembering the espresso shot that's still sitting on the tray.

he takes the cup -- your usual, because neither of you thought to forego that part of the routine -- and sets it before you, muscles in his forearms straining when he crosses them over his chest afterwards.

"you do not," you mumble instictively. the words fall out without you thinking, but they're not meant maliciously; it's just that nanami is so ... eligible, for lack of better word. handsome, engaging, owns his own thriving café.

he makes fresh eclairs every single morning, for crying out loud. you cannot fathom a world in which people aren't lining up to be with him.

though your blurted words could be perceived as rude, nanami just smiles softly, amusement reaching his eyes as they lock with yours.

"want me to tell you something?"

"is it as embarrassing as my fact?" you query, knocking back most of your coffee in one swig.

"unquestionably."

at that, you set the cup back down abruptly, clinking it against the saucer.

"really?"

he just nods. you sit back on the stool, feeling the plush backing of the stool against your lower back.

"go on, then."

"i don't actually open this early."

your face scrunches into an expression of pure confusion; nanami's lips quirk upwards in response.

"what do you mean? do you open in like ... a half hour?"

he shakes his head, those strands of hair falling loose again.

something washes over you, a sense of recognition, connecting the dots slowly in your tired, over-exerted brain.

"nanami ..."

"yes?"

"... do you not open until seven?"

nanami's weighted silence answers your question.

you breathe in, out. blink haplessly up at him.

you're sure your coffee is starting to get cold, but you make no attempt to drink it.

"i - what - what are you - why do you let me come in here three hours early? why did you never say anything?"

you choke out the words desperately, flooded with a dozen different feelings at once.

he stays smiling, but something else flashes in his eyes. you see the already-tense muscles of his arms tighten further.

"why do you think i never said anything?"

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axelsagewrites · 2 months

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kindly no pressure asking if locker room roy kent x reader will have a second part where jamie and roy finally talk/confront/fight? 🫣

Roy Kent*Apologise

Pairing: roy kent x f!reader

Word count: 1422

Warnings: swearings, mentions of semi public smut and getting caught, mentions of masturbating, a lot of swearing

Part one here

Masterlist here

The night Roy met you was the best day of his life but the day you sucked him off in front of Jamie’s locker. And the thing that somehow made it better? Jamie saw it. Roy had the next two days off from Richmond so best believe those two days were spent in bed with you, only leaving for food and water.

Roy was smiling as he walked into Richmond. A sight that truly unsettled all the staff and his teammates. “Alright Isaac? Nice weather the day innit,” he grinned at the boy as they walked to the locker room.

“Uh yeah captain. It’s nice,”

“Gotta love when the suns out. birds chirping. A breeze in the air,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Isaac muttered, looking over at Colin who looked terrified of Roy’s happiness.

As Roy walked into the locker room Colin paused to whisper to Isaac, “Wasn’t it raining?”

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Isaac said, eyes never leaving Roy, “but it cannot be good,”

As the rest of the team began to filter in Roy continued to make happy small talk, even asking Sam how his weekend had been. It was freaking everyone out. the other odd thing however just walked through the door.

“Alright Tartt?” Roy called over, wide grin on his face, “Hairs looking good,”

Jamie just nodded, muttering a quiet thanks as he began to get changed with a grimace on his face when he got to his locker. “What the fuck is going on?” Colin whispered to Isaac who was seriously considering taking up religion in this moment.

Jamie had never been so quiet during a practise. He did every drill without complaint, scored every kick, and even passed the ball. “I’m worried about him,” Ted sighed as he watched him play, “He just doesn’t seem himself,”

“His playing’s excellent though,” Nate said, before trying to joke, “Maybe this is the start of a mature Jamie Tartt,”

Beard crossed his arms as he stared out onto the pitch, “There’s a disturbance in the force. Besides. Roy’s creepy when he’s happy,”

“Great work Colin, nice foot work,” Roy praised, patting the boy on the shoulder before running to get the ball.

Just as everyone was about to call for a priest you walked out of the tunnel. Usually, your presence was first notice by Jamie who would give a loud wolf whistle but instead you were able to walk up to Ted without drawing much attention. “And what do we owe this pleasure?” Ted asked, a smile on his face.

“Hey coach. Roy forgot his phone, so I came to drop it off,”

As if on queue Roy jogged over to the group, ignoring everyone but you who he gave an unabashed public kiss too despite usually hating PDA. “What would I do without you?” he joked as you both walked to the side so he could put it in his hoodie.

“You’re in a good mood. Jamie’s still alive though?” you joked.

A wider smile cracked his face, “He’s growing on me. What can I say?” he said but you paused, crossing your arms to scan his face, “What?”

You glanced to the field only to notice Jamie instantly look away when it dawned on you, “You told him!” you whisper yelled, smacking at his chest.

“I did not,” Roy protested, trying to look serious when a smile cracked back on his face, “He saw us,”

All of Roy’s happiness flooded away when a look of pure thunder crossed your face and your hands went to your hips, “And you didn’t think to tell me? Have you been torturing that poor boy?”

“No but- “

“Don’t ‘no but’ me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why are you defending him- “

“Does my face look like it cares?” you asked, dropping your hands from your hips only to cross your arms again, “Whatever you’ve been saying to him you better stop,”

“I didn’t say anything! I swear,” Roy said as he realised how much he’d fucked it, “I didn’t mean to upset you,”

“You don’t need to say anything to say something,” you said, rolling your eyes at the confused look on his face, “You better apologise,” you said making Roy scoff, but you were prepared to call his bluff, “No apology, no sex. Sorry I don’t make the rules,”

“That is so not fair,” Roy scoffed, “You can’t do that,”

“Try me,” you smiled as sweetly as possible before turning around to leave, swaying your hips a bit extra than usual to drive the point home. “Bye boys!” you called to the team, glancing back at Roy to send a quick wink before you left.

The force was slowly being restored since Roy was now back to miserable and angry but unfortunately Jamie’s mood hadn’t changed yet. Ted had tried pulling Jamie aside but he just shrugged it off. The team was back in the locker room, getting ready to leave.

As Jamie turned to leave though Roy sighed, “Tartt,” he called through gritted teeth, “I need to talk to you,”

“Maybe I don’t wanna talk to you,” Jamie said and the tension in the room could be cut by a knife.

Isaac went to whisper something to colin but before he could even start Roy’s head whipped around to glare at them, “Everyone out,” he barked and instantly the boys sprang to leave, “Everyone but Tartt,”

“Hey I think it might be best if I stayed-“ Ted tried to say but the low growl from Roy and glare from Jamie had him exiting just as swiftly.

“What?” Jamie asked, huffing as he crossed his arms.

“I’m,” Roy started to say but the words tasted like sick as he tried to force it out, “Sorry,” he eventually managed.

“What for?” Jamie asked, cocking his head to the side.

“You know what for,” Roy huffed, “Not stop taking the piss and take the apology,”

“That’s not how apologies work ya know?” Jamie said, dropping his arms, “Ya big creepy weirdo you,”

“Hey, you’re the one that was watching!”

“Was not!”

“So, what were you doing in your car then?”

“None your damn business!”

“Uhuh sure,” Roy said, drawing out the words as he chuckled, “See if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the pervert. Watching me and my girlfriend- “

“Fucking in my fucking locker? Like a pair of fucking fuckity weirdos fucking- “

Roy couldn’t help but laugh a little, “You’re starting to sound like me,” he said making Jamie huff like a child. Roy sighed as a horrible feeling set in; maybe he had been wrong, “I’m sorry. I crossed a line. Won’t happen again,” he said, actually sincerely for once.

Jamie eyed him up and down before finally nodding, “Okay but just you know. Don’t tell anyone about well…”

“I wish I didn’t even know,” Roy joked making Jamie roll his eyes. The pair were silent for a moment, “We good then? You gonna start being a prick again?”

“You’re terrible at apologies,” Jamie rolled his eyes as he grabbed his bag, “but yeah, we’re good. don’t know how she puts up with you though,” he said as the pair headed out the locker room to finally go home.

Roy couldn’t help himself, “Not just her who goes down- “

“We are not that close,” Jamie cut him off, holding his hand up to Roy’s face and making him cackle laughing.

The pair actually walked out of Richmond joking and laughing together. A sight you saw while you waited to pick Roy up. “See you tomorrow?” Roy said, sending you a quick wave as he walked to the car.

“Yeah mate. Hey you never know,” Jamie said, tapping Roy’s shoulder making him pause, “Maybe next time it’ll be me and Keeley in your spot,“ he tried to joke but Roy’s smile dropped into a harsh glare, “On second thoughts I think I’m late to something bye!” he half yelled as he jogged to his car, never turning his back on Roy.

As Jamie sped out the parking lot Roy finally climbed in the car, “What did you do?” you asked, squinting at him.

“I apologised! Honest,” Roy said, holding his hands up in mock defence, “You can ask him yourself tomorrow,”

“I will text him,” you warned as you started the car up.

Realization dawned over Roy, “How’d you have the pricks number?”

“He gave it to me ages ago,” you shrugged, “Encase I ever needed it,”

“That little fucker,”

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leftduck9986 · 4 months

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Picture This (What's in the Cardboard Box? A Meta/Theory/Watsit Featuring Mary Poppins)

Happy New Year!

A fun theory for you, told with accompanying picture collages from the Good Omens series, spoilers for Disney's Mary Poppins and occasional quotes transcribed from the Good Omens audio book.

As unbelievably silly this theory is, please remember, DO NOT ASK OR TAG NEIL GAIMAN ON FAN THEORY, thank you kindly.

After Armageddon is averted at the airbase, Aziraphale and Crowley are worried about what will happen to them:

"Is is over do you think?" Crowley shrugged. "Not for us, I'm afraid."

"I don't think you need to go worrying. I know all about you two. Don't you worry."

Adam knows all about Aziraphale and Crowley, ooOOOOooo!

He ALSO knows:

that Crowley had seen Mary Poppins on television one Christmas (...) and while he toyed with the idea of a hurricane as an effective and incredibly stylish way of disposing of the queue of nannies (...) outside the Cultural Attaché's Regents Park residence, he opted for a tube strike instead. And when the day came, only one nanny turned up;

that Aziraphale is extremely intelligent - And it was an angelic intelligence, which, while not being particularly higher than human intelligence, is much broader and has the advantage of having thousands of years of practice. - and what took Agnes Nutter's descendants centuries to decipher, he did in next-to-no-time, and;

that Anathema Device received Agnes Nutter's Further Nice and Accurate Prophecies and chose not to continue her life as a descendant.

He stopped halfway across the field. Someone was burning something. He looked at the plume of white smoke above the chimney of Jasmine Cottage and he paused. And he listened. He could hear laughter. It wasn't a witch's cackle - it was the low and earthy guffaw of someone who knew a great deal more than could possibly be good for them.

The white smoke writhed and curled above the cottage chimney. For a fraction of an instant, Adam saw outlined in the smoke a handsome female face. A face that hadn't been seen on Earth for over three hundred years. Agnes Nutter winked at him.

And if Adam knows what Agnes knows, there's no need to go messing anybody about. No need to worry ...

In the 1964 Disney film, Mary Poppins, Jane and Michael's letter advertising for a new nanny is torn up by their father Mr Banks and thrown into the fireplace. The shredded pieces of paper fly up and out of the chimney.

After a sudden and rather focused hurricane blows the queue of other nannies away, in blows the Practically-Perfect-in-Every-Way Mary Poppins. During her "interview" she reads from Jane and Michael's advertisement, MIRACULOUSLY intact.

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Musical interlude: when Aziraphale arrives in Edinburgh, the show music makes me want to sing "Chim Chim Cher-ee" (hmm, same style and minor in tonality, with the visual of all those chimney rooftops in-scene - that's gotta be on purpose, no?)

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The heavenly miracle sound - there are 2 parts to it. First, a descending bass, Vvvvvvmmm, second, a choral "ah" layered with shimmering. So, if attempting to sing it A Cappella: "Vvvvvvmmm-AH-shh"

At the end of Gabriel's trial: "I'll just need a-" He hears (edit, Sunday 7th Jan 2024: initiates the miracle with his eyes and we hear) the bass drop, Vvvvvvmmm, looks up in time to catch the cardboard box on the latter miracle sound, AH-shh, then looks inside the box and smiles in recognition. He now has a mission, and whomever has just sent him the box - and what's inside it (edit, Sunday 7th Jan 2024: the cardboard box) - is going to help.

At the very beginning of Heaven's overhead CCTV footage, the cardboard box can be seen with a very dark something inside (zooming in is required at this stage as the image begins small). Being able to see clearly to the bottom of the box's interior, in relatively natural light at the bookshop, one would think the intensely bright light in Heaven would also allow for a clear view, especially from above ...

While the Further Prophecies were only loose pages - Agnes would have known that they were going to be burnt anyway, so why go to the trouble of having them published and bound? - they could have been miracle-d into something modern and fancy, perhaps in the style of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?

Gabriel places the matchbox in with it (I know I'd be worried about the fly escaping, as well as it being jostled about with the matchbox once Gabriel turns the cardboard box up-side-down, but after seeing the fly crawl back into the cardboard box just before Aziraphale brings it inside the bookshop, I'm trusting in the fly's ability to be controlled by will of thought and that the fly knows to stay close to its master). He closes just 2 flaps of the box and then a bass whoosh sounds in the right speaker (not part of the soundtrack). The "book" has entered the fly! Has it stayed in the fly?

Then, on Earth, Gabriel approaches the bookshop. The only Whickber Street person seen to be using their phone AS A PHONE and not a camera, [placeholder name "Mary"] is listening intently. Perhaps the voice on the other end of the call says something like, "how goes operation Escort the Queen to the Hive?" and perhaps she answers, "we have the package safely surrounded, it has almost arrived, standby ..."

Then, she and hand-on-face-guy have front row 'seats' (standing room only) to the show, behind Gabriel; beginning to lift her phone when it looks like Gabriel has been rejected entry, before Aziraphale finally agrees to let him in. She is the very first to leave the scene when the mission is complete, signalling for everyone to resume their usual buzzing about, as if to say, "He's in. Aaaaaand we out!"

(These last two paragraphs were a summary of my first Tumblr post, The Whickber Street Bees and Their Queen.)

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When Jim explains that he feels like an empty house, he justifies remembering "how it all began" by looking where the furniture isn't (the gaps!) and it seems that every other instance - lavender eyes activated or not - is covered here with this statement, what with recalling more about where his memory is, as well as Metatron's "institutional problem" line from the trial. The only instance unaccounted for with his explanation, especially because of the trance-like state of delivery followed with Jim in distress (not quite the same as his first memory in episode 2) - the tempest prophecy from episode 3.

Perhaps Gabriel was in part control about what thoughts needed to remain in his head, or it's simply because they were the last ones in use, kept at the forefront by will and repetition, in order to get himself to the bookshop. Though, he was given an ineffable assist, which perhaps included re-configuring the 4 box flaps to collapse, interlocking pin-wheel style?

So, the Whickber Street "bees" have provided an escort for getting the Queen to the hive or if you prefer, the book delivered to the librarian/historian. However, if the book was the first thing to enter the fly and then say, was accidentally swapped into Gabriel for his memories, the Tempest prophecy came forth when Crowley accessed it, by means of a keyword. An INDEX!!!

Agnes has heard you Crowley, and Agnes says, "N-gotchya."

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According to a previous meta/theory, the event this prophecy is referring to has already happened, so it would make sense that, as Anathema's mother says in S1E2, "The answers are always in the book, it's just sometimes you don't see them 'til afterwards."

Or rather, as Anathema says to Newt in the book: "[Agnes] managed to come up with the kind of prediction that you can only understand after the thing has happened ... she just picked up one little fragment of information ... most of the time she comes up with such an oblique reference that you can't work it out until it's gone past and then it all slots into place."

It would have been only too obvious to hear Jim speak this prophecy in the English style of the 1600s! But if the echoed voice we're hearing is Anathema's - did she ever pronounce the extra "e"s and "a"s at the ends of words, in the show?

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When Gabriel has his memories returned to him, has the book re-entered the fly?

When he and Beelzebub are reprising Everyday, is Gabriel, with his left finger, releasing the fly into the room, for Crowley to capture shortly afterward once 'alone' (the chair facing the staircase)?

WITH. HIS. TONGUE???

Just after Aziraphale touches his fingers to his lips, is he repositioning the fly for safe-keeping, as with The Bullet Catch?

Finally, in the lift during the closing credits, Aziraphale is trying so hard NOT to smile before giving in. It's as if ...

As If ...

AS IF HE IS READING THE BOOK!!! Discovering and reading the book, turning the pages with his eyes right before the big smile!

AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And now Aziraphale knows what Agnes knows.

From experience, he can trust that any prediction made by Agnes Nutter will always be "on the money."

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens theory #still haven't grasped the difference between meta and theory #really NOT liking how the Metatron's use of the phrase “Spit-spot” hit me just now with a pang

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tgcg · 10 months

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this is not a prompt but i just wanted to say your blog is fucking fantastic and your davekat (AND rosemary art) brings me to tears because its just so Them and its so silly and fun and enjoyable. it genuinely has made me feel better. thank you. 👊

i cant draw atm bc chronic pain is bad, but i want u to know this ask is so huge to me and i think about kindly messages like this one every time i queue a drawing. u r so real for this.

thank you for sending this to me its very motivating and inspiring. take care of yourself

👊

(fist)

#randytime #you guys are so nice

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themechaneer · 2 years

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Kin assignment Greek God edition // Thanatos

you are death, the beautiful and hated brother of sleep. you have no care for rich or poor. you are moral and righteous and unstoppable. you are intense and have passion for what you believe in, but it is likely that you are often misunderstood and even detested for that. time may prove you justified but it is a lonely existence always being right. one time a guy stuffed you in a sack and it was really funny.

#‟ Let’s tell the truth just for once ” || Headcanons #save for the not caring part #i hate it but it also checks out. :c #dash games #thank queue kindly.

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kteezy997 · 9 months

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He’s Out of My League: Part 2 //matt rife

You had done it.

You had tapped the Matt Rife on the shoulder. Here goes.

“Hey,” you smiled kindly, “I’m so sorry to bother you, it’s just that I saw you and I just wanted to say that I’m a big fan of yours.” you said, trying to speak quickly, while simultaneously trying not to fumble your words.

Matt smiled genuinely, “Thank you, and don’t be sorry. I’m glad you said ‘hey.’”

He spoke so sweetly to you and those damn eyes were so mesmerizing, like you could see directly into his soul.

“I should thank you. I mean, your comedy and vlogs and the TFIL/Overnight channel has really brought me a lot of joy and made me laugh so much when I really didn’t feel like laughing. Your content makes the dark times easier.” Now that you kinda poured your heart out, you wished that you hadn’t. He probably thought you were just a depressed little weirdo trying to come on to him.

But he was listening closely to every syllable that came out of your mouth.

“Wow, um what’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, I’m so glad to hear all of that. That’s all I could ever hope for. It’s more than I could hope for. That’s why I do what I do. Were you at the show tonight?” He asked, picking up his drink from the counter and taking a sip.

“Oh, no, sadly. I waited in the queue online for a long time for tickets, but they sold out.” You said, disappointment laced into your tone.

Matt sighed, “Ugh, that sucks. I’m sorry. I wish you could have been there. You’ll get to see a show someday though, I promise I’ll be back soon.”

You smiled politely. But the way he was looking at you felt so intimate and his irises became a deeper shade of blue. “I can’t wait to see one of your shows.” You said, needing to fill the space with some words. “Thanks for you time, Matt. It was so nice to meet you.”

You felt kinda awkward and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Waving goodbye would have been odd, you figured. So you put your hand out and gently grazed his hand as you stepped away.

“Bye, y/n. I hope I see you again.” Matt said. You caught the tiny smirk on his lips before you walked away.

Later, you had joined your friends back on the dance floor. It was creeping into the early morning hours, but you didn’t care. Sure you were tired, but you were having fun laughing and dancing. You had told your friends that Matt Rife was there, and you would all take turns spotting him conspicuously in the crowd.

It must have been close to 2 a.m. when you and Matt’s eyes met and you locked gazes. You hadn’t looked him directly in the eyes since you left his side at the bar. He didn’t look away, he didn’t turn his head. He just kept looking at you, the corners of his perfect plump lips turning upwards.

You couldn’t explain it if you had to, the feeling you got as he was looking at from across the club. You were giddy and adrenaline swirled in your stomach. You looked on as Matt broke away for a second to chat with his friend. He laughed, and playfully shoved the person before glancing back over at you, the neon lights dancing over him like this was all a dream.

Part of you couldn’t let this go, the apparent gravitational pull between you and Matt. You began to contemplate going over to him, without even knowing what you would say or do. You knew the music was still booming, but you couldn’t hear it. There was only your blood pumping through your veins.

In the same moment, Matt was moving in your direction. Was he coming over to you? You were not the type of girl that guys crossed rooms for. It didn’t take that long for him to close in on you, and you couldn’t believe it was real.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart started thumping really hard. “What?”

He chuckled, “You wanna get outta here y/n?”

@gatoenlaciudad @meetmyothersouls @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace

#matt rife #mattrifexreader #fanfic

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fxckadoodledoomunson · 5 months

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Shopping Trolley |One-Shot|

Summary: While you look after your sick grandmother, Eddie is tasked to help with her shopping. The only problem is, his van being repaired, so your grandmother gives him something to help him carrying her shopping.

Warnings: swearing, Jason being a dick.

Inspired by this deleted scene from This Country.

You’ve spent the last couple of days, looking after your grandmother. She came down with a cold, and as she had no one else living with her, you had to stay at her place to take care of her. Your boyfriend, Eddie would pop round to check in on you both.

“She’s still feeling poorly,” you told him, as you watched her sitting up on her bed, watching television. You turned to him, asking him, “I don’t want to ask this, but could you help getting her groceries? I don’t want to leave her on her own.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie began to reply. “I would if I could, but my van’s still in the shop, and it won’t be fixed until next week. What about Harrington or Wheeler? Can’t you ask them?”

“If only. Steve’s got dates lined up this week, and Nancy’s working. Plus, they’re both taking turns with driving the kids.”

“I have something for you,” your Grandmother chimed in. “By the pantry in the kitchen.” You and Eddie went into the kitchen, and spotted a two wheeled black shopping trolley by the pantry.

“You can use it for the shopping,” your grandmother called out, before she began coughing.

A self-conscious Eddie stared at the trolley. It was bad enough that the most of the townspeople thought that he was a freak, but a freak with an elderly woman’s trolley? People would probably tease him more.

“Uh…sweetheart,” he began to tell you, “I’m not sure if I-“

“Eddie,” you interjected, as you cupped his face. “If you’re worried about what other people are going to think, ignore them.”

Eddie gazed at you, when you pleaded, “Please? It’s only until she’s well enough.”

Eddie shifted his eyes to your grandmother, who was blowing her nose.

He sighed, and turned his attention to you, telling you, “I’ll do it. But you owe me for this.”

You smiled, as you pulled Eddie in for a passionate peck. “Thank you. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Eddie blushed, as you moved your hands away from him, and you grabbed a shopping list from the counter, giving it to him, telling him, “Here are the essentials. I’ll get you some money.”

The moment Eddie got on the bus, he could feel everyone staring at him. As he went to find a seat, he heard the bus driver snicker. Eddie glared as he sat down. All through the journey, Eddie heard some people whispering. Every time he turned, they would stop. Eddie turned back and sighed, before muttering, “Ignore them, Munson. You’re doing it until she’s well enough.”

After Eddie got off the bus in town, he watched the bus drive by as he flipped off the gawkers, before pulling the trolley to the supermarket.

A moment later, Eddie was walking through the aisles with one hand pulling the trolley, another pushing shopping cart while holding the list in his mouth. Each time, Eddie would grab the list from his mouth, checking what else your grandmother needed, before clenching it with his teeth, as he continued his quest in searching for more essentials.

After finding everything your grandmother needed, he waited in the queue when it was finally his turn to be served.

As soon as the cashier started ringing through the items, Eddie started packing the trolley, starting with the carton of eggs and the loaf of bread when an old lady went up to him, and told him, “Oh no, you shouldn’t do that.”

At first, Eddie thought that she was scolding him for just shopping, but then, he heard her say, “The eggs and the loaf should go in last.”

He watched her take out some of the items from the trolley, as she sweetly told him, “Let me help you pack properly.”

As she helped pack the items in the trolley, Eddie softly spoke, “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Elspeth,” she kindly replied, as she continued to pack everything. Eddie smiled, as he introduced himself.

After he had paid the cashier, Eddie pulled the full trolley, as he and Elspeth, who was pulling her own trolley, left the supermarket. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked. “I can pull it for you if you want.”

“There’s no need, dear,” Elspeth politely replied. “I may be an old lady, but I can still pull a trolley.” She then mentioned that when she was his age, she used to walk and carry things everywhere.

“You must’ve been really good at gym,” Eddie chuckled, making Elspeth giggle. Suddenly, Eddie saw the bus at the stop. “Shit,” Eddie muttered, when the doors began to shut. As the bus started to drive off, Eddie had let go of the trolley and ran towards it, as he cried out smacking the back of the bus, “Hey! Hey wait!”

However, the bus carried on driving. Eddie coughed, waving the smoke away, as he muttered, “Jesus H Christ.”

“Well, luckily you didn’t run with your trolley,”Elspeth called out, making Eddie turn to her. “Otherwise, you would’ve ended up with a sticky trolley.”

Eddie ran back to her when she asked, “When’s the next bus?”

Eddie checked his watch, replying, “In an hour.”

He sighed, as he looked around the street, when Elspeth told him, “I’ll tell you what. While you wait for the next bus, why don’t you join me and the girls for some cake and coffee?”

“Uh…”Eddie began to hesitate. “That’s very kind of you, but…do you really want to be seen with…someone like me?”

“Like what, dear?”

“Well…a freak.”

Elspeth scoffed, “Nonsense, who calls you that?”

“Well…everyone. Actually, not everyone. My girlfriend and her grandmother don’t, or my uncle. Oh, and my friends, well they’re also called freaks-“

Elspeth raised her hand to stop him rambling, before telling him, “Well, freak or not, I’d like you to join us. Besides, you can tell us about Metallica or Dio or whoever you kids are into these days.”

Eddie cocked his eyebrow, as Elspeth giggled, “Don’t be surprised that I know who they are. I have a grandson in Utah who’s a metalhead too.”

Eddie laughed, as Elspeth took his spare hand and took him inside the cafe.

Half an hour later, Eddie was happily chatting and drinking coffee with Elspeth and her friends.

Eddie told them that he was helping your grandmother with her shopping while she was still recovering.

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” Elspeth’s friend, Agnes gushed. “Your girlfriend is a very lucky woman.”

Eddie blushed, when one of the other women, Eloise asked, “I wonder if Thomas will come today?”

“He said that he’s coming after church,” Elspeth replied, before sipping her coffee.

“Thomas? Is that one of your grandsons?” Eddie asked the women, who giggled.

“No, he’s part of our outing group,” Elspeth explained, as Eddie started eating his cake. “After his wife, Clara passed away, he was alone.”

“Well, he has his son and his family, but they have their own lives,” the other lady, Eileen interjected.

“As his wife was our close friend, we convinced him to join us,” Elspeth told Eddie. “We knew that she wouldn’t have wanted him to be stuck at home.”

“Wow, that’s really nice,” Eddie responded, when Elspeth suddenly grabbed a napkin with one hand and his chin with another , as she said, “You’ve got cream on your face.”

Eddie chuckled, while Elspeth wiped his face.

Suddenly, they heard a male voice cackle, “Look boys, the freak’s got new groupies.”

Eddie turned to find Jason and his lackeys stepping inside the cafe.

As Elspeth moved her hands away, Jason and his friends walked up to him.

“So, Munson,” Andy began to mock. “Does your girlfriend know about you cheating on her with a cougar-?”

Elspeth cleared her throat, giving the team a stern look. Jason’s eyes widened when he saw her sitting with her arms crossed. “Oh,” Jason exclaimed. “Hi, Mrs Grayson, how are yo-?”

“Oh don’t give me that, Jason, ” Elspeth retorted, while the other ladies glared at Jason and his goons. “Does your grandfather know how you treat your classmate?”

“Grandfather?” Eddie asked.

“Stay out of this, freak,” Jason retorted.

“Don’t speak to him like that,” Elspeth scolded.

“What’s going on here?” An older man called out, as he slowly walked towards the table with his walking stick.

Jason anxiously turned to him, as he stammered, “Oh, uh…it’s n-nothing, grandpa-“

“It wasn’t nothing, Thomas,” Agnes interjected.

“Wait!” A surprised Eddie exclaimed, before he pointed at the old man, asking him, “You’re Carver’s grandfather?”

“If you’re referring to Jason, then yes. I am,” Thomas replied, before asking, “So, what’s he done?”

Jason nervously chuckled, “It’s nothing-“

“He was being horrible to this nice young man here,” Elspeth interjected as she lightly patted Eddie’s shoulder.

“Is that so?” Thomas asked as he glared at his grandson.

“I-it was a j-joke,” Jason stammered, before turning to his friends. “Right boys?”

They nodded when Thomas scolded, “Joke or not, you should know better than not to treat someone disrespectfully. Now I want you boys to apologise to him.”

“Wait, but-“ Jason began to protest.

“Now!” Thomas interrupted.

Jason huffed, crossing his arms, saying in a spiteful tone, “Sorry.”

The women and Thomas glared at him, as he smacked his grandson in the back of the head, telling him to apologise properly.

Jason sighed, before apologising properly, “We’re sorry for being horrible to you.”

The other boys began to apologise as well, making Eddie smirk.

“Now,” Thomas began to tell Jason, “Be a good lad and get some drinks for the ladies and…”

Thomas turned to Eddie, who gave him his name. Jason nodded, before reluctantly heading to the counter to get the drinks.

After leaving the cafe, Elspeth and the rest of the ladies waited with Eddie at the bus stop, making sure that he got on.

“You don’t have to wait with me,” Eddie told them.

“Oh, we don’t mind,” Elspeth began to reply, before asking her friends, “Do we girls?”

The rest of the ladies commented that they also didn’t mind, and that they enjoyed his company.

“Will you be joining us again?” Agnes asked.

Before Eddie could reply, the bus pulled over to the stop.

“Well, this is me,” Eddie said, as the doors opened.

While some of the passengers we’re getting off, Eddie said goodbye to them, before thanking for looking after him.

“It was our pleasure, love,” Eileen replied.

As Eddie got on with the trolley, Elspeth called out to him.

“Yes?” Eddie replied, as he turned around.

“We left a little something for you in your trolley,” Elspeth replied.

Eddie thanked her and the other women, before getting on the bus and found a seat. The ladies waved goodbye as the bus drove off, with Eddie waving back at them.

A few moments later, Eddie pulled the trolley to your grandmother’s door and knocked on it.

“Just a minute!” He heard you shout, before you opened the door.

“Hey, you made it back,” you greeted him with a kiss, before he stepped inside. “You’re later than expected.”

“Sorry, I missed the bus,” Eddie explained. “I had to wait an hour for the next one.”

You took the trolley off him, and wheeled it into the kitchen, as Eddie asked how your grandmother was feeling.

“She’s still got a bad cough, but she’s getting a bit better,” you replied, as you opened the trolley and started unpacking. As you placed the items on the kitchen counter, Eddie started to put them away when you picked up a piece of paper. “Eddie?” You spoke up, making him turn to look at you.

“Yes sweetheart?” He asked.

You held up the paper and asked, smirking, “Why do you have Mrs Grayson’s number?”

A week or so later, your grandmother was feeling a little bit better and Eddie finally got his van back. But he still used the shopping trolley to help get your grandmother’s shopping, especially as it gave him a reason to catch up with Elspeth and the others.

One day, Eddie was gossiping with them while waiting at the bus stop with them until their bus arrived, unaware that you and Robin were watching him from the video store.

“I wish I had my camera,” you giggled.

“Maybe Stevie should join them,” Robin snickered. “It might help him find his own Mrs Robinson.”

The two of you cackled, whilst spying on Eddie.

“Very funny,” Steve sarcastically replied, as he stopped typing and got off his stool. “Are you two gonna keep spying on Munson, or are you-?”

Steve paused for a moment, as he watched Eddie laughing, while one of the ladies, who was wearing a pink wool hat, pointed at the store. Steve gaped, realising who he was talking to.

“Oh shit,” Steve exclaimed, causing you and Robin to turn to him, looking confused.

“What?” You asked.

Instead of answering you, Steve swung the door open, as he said, “She better not have told him about Mr Snuggles.”

You and Robin watched Steve run across the street towards Eddie and the pink wool hat lady, as you asked, “Is that his-?”

“Yep! His grandmother,” Robin confirmed, as you both watched Steve covering a laughing Eddie’s mouth with his hand, while his grandmother slapped his hand away, whilst scolding him.

“I guess she told Eddie about Mr Snuggles,” Robin said, before the pair of you laughed.

#stranger things #stranger things au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader

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in-memoriam-tgwk · 4 days

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SOOO i did not take the weekend (like i intended ffs) to build up my queue…

i have been distracted by my favorite hockey team making it to the play-offs (GO VANCOUVER RAHHHH) as well as deciding to get sucked into playing coral island.

um… oops? 😰

that being said, i do have a moon update coming on friday! its a bit of a cliff hanger ^^ and i think ill let that one stew for a week or two while i try to get a good art flow going again.

meanwhile, i will be taking small doodle requests! suggest me your faves from my blog, or official cats from the warriors series! although i will kindly ask for cats before the a vision of shadows series… i havent read past the last hope in omen of the stars and i wanna draw cats i know of 😭😭

thanks for hanging in there my friends! ill see yall later!

#tgwk ooc #clangen #warrior cats

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sturniolos-blog · 4 months

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-okay this is my first like part of anything and i think it’s gonna come out like shit but womp womp anyway hope yall like it.

warnings: swearing??

Band - Matt sturniolo (part 1? lmk if i should do a part 2 and continue making stories)

9:37 pm

I walked into a bigger bar than usual, hearing my phone buzz,

bae i’m sorry, please come back home, i miss you

I rolled my eyes at the message, jonathan being a fuck head, we had just gotten in a big argument, bigger than the ones we have everyday. crazy i know.

why i’m still with him? good fucking question, but i also live with him, it’s harder than you think.

come home right fucking now Y/N i’m not playing around no more

I sighed as i shook my head, my eyes scanning over the last message,

don’t fucking play with me i’ll beat your ass and you fucking know it i can’t wait till you come home you know you’re going to have too at some point,

I swallows harshly, putting my phone away before walking to the bar, smiling at the guy that was bartending,

“2 shots of tequila and a beer, please.” I said as the bartender nodded,

“coming right up.”

I sighed playing with the bracelet jonathan got me for our 1 year anniversary,

love you forever

it read on it, what a load of bull shit, didn’t know love came with a black ey-

“Let’s make some noise for the sturniolos plus rachel!” My thoughts get interrupted as I hear some guy announce that from the stage, the small bar crowd all clapped.

My eyes lock on three guys and one girl, the first guy I noticed had a sort of mullet, reddish hair, noticing some tattooes as he had headphones around his neck, wearing jeans and a light brown khaki colored shirt, a design on the front of the shirt that i didn’t really care to look at, he was standing in front of a DJ set up, interesting.

My eyes wandered to a longer haired boy, looking exactly like the last guy, no tattoos, sitting down in front of a drum set with chains around his neck, wearing an all black outfit, he flipped the drumsticks in his hands, waiting for the song to start.

I then looked at the last guy, the one who was right next to the singer, he had tattoos going up his arm, wearing a black T shirt with cargo pants, followed with a black vest, he was holding an electric guitar, tooth pick in his mouth as he clenched his jaw, looking at assuming her name is rachel since that’s what the announcer said. Waiting for a queue.

holy shit.

they all may look the same but this one is-

“here you go ma’am, sorry it took so long.” The bartender smiled kindly, placing the two shots and the beer bottle in front of me.

I thanked him and told him it was okay, downing the first shot before looking back at the stage as a tune starts,

“Oh yeah, don’t need permission, made my decision, to test my limits, cause it’s my business, god as my witness. start what i finished,” Rachel sung, dangerous woman by Ariana Grande, she wasn’t that good of a singer, but who was I to judge? I make my own shitty music in my studio at home with my abusive boyfriend, i don’t think i can criticize much.

The song went on as i kept my eyes on the guitarist, his fingers strumming with delicacy but still really into the song, i didn’t even notice the rings that were just on his pointer and pinky fingers. god that’s hot.

“All that you got, skin to skin, oh my god don’t ya stop, boy..” She continued singing as the guitar and the drums got louder.

Downing my other shot, I decided to move on to my beer, watching the guitarist some more, i scrunch my face up in disgust as i sip on my beer,

“why the fuck would i get this..” I muttered to myself, beer taste like shit, i knew that. must’ve forgot or something.

I put down my beer before looking back to the stage, it was a guitar solo, he was stringing the guitar with a lot of power, his forehead was sort of sweaty, probably from the spotlight, but he kept playing,

His part sped up as rachel began again,

“Something about you! makes me feel like a dangerous woman!” She belted, not bad seriously, but i could give her some tips. As i subconsciously criticized her my eyes wander back to the guitarist, his eyes were on me, still playing as rachel sang,

I tilted my head and licked my lips, looking down at his guitar before looking back up, he smirked at me and looked down at his own hands, still playing as the song came to an end.

“Something bout you..” Rachel finished.

The small bar crowd erupted in a bunch of applauses, i clapped to from my spot at the bar, guitar boy was still looking at me when i looked back at him, I gave him a confused look before I saw him smirk once again and bite his tongue, looking away as his group made their way off stage, I saw the DJ, the drummer, and rachel go to the back of the bar, but guitar boy came up to me.

I saw him walking up and I immediately turn around in my chair, facing towards the bar now, really hoping he doesn’t come up to me.

I hear a grunt next to me and at the corner of my eye see him lift up his guitar over his head and place it down between the stools we were sitting on.

He clears his throat,

“you’re new, never seen you before.” He said, taping his fingers on the wood that my elbows were rested on, I let out a sigh and looked towards him, shaking my head,

“I come here all the time, maybe you’re the new one.” I said, playing with my bracelet.

“huh..” He says before it goes silent, “That’s pretty.. where’d you get it?” He asked as i looked up at him, noticing his eyes were on my bracelet,

“from someone not important at all..” I shook my head, obviously not about to tell my life story to this extremely fine man.

“Must be someone important if you still wear it,” He shrugged,

“not at all.” I scoffed, breaking eye contact as i look back down at the bracelet.

As we sat in silence for a couple more seconds, i asked, “Okay do you need something?”

“Me? no no.. nothing.. it must be you that needs something,” He says as he plays with one of his rings,

“Huh?” I looked at him as i was so confused.

“Oh please you were eyeing me up and down the whole song..” He pointed out, saying it in a duh tone.

“I was enjoying it..” I mumbled, looking away.

“Sure.” He says quietly.

“plus I like the guitar..” I mentioned.

He let out a breath of air, “oh yeah? you play?”

“Uhm.. you could say that, i play a mix of everything, but electric guitar is my favorite.” I told him.

“Damn that’s cool.. so what do you sing or something too?” He half joked.

I looked up at him before looking away.

“no way! I was just joking but that’s awesome, seriously.” He let out a laugh as I shook my head.

“So what’s your name?” He asked me.

��Why would I give you it? I don’t know you,” I scoffed.

“Well you could get to know me starting off by giving me your name..” He nudged my shoulder, I let out a laugh.

“Y/n, now what about you, guitar boy?” I joked,

“Guitar boy? that’s new..” He tilted his head and swallowed, “Uh the names Matt.” He put his hand out.

“Nice to meet you Matt..” I shook his hand,

“We should talk more, what’s your num-“ He started off saying before someone came up behind him and hugged him.

“Baby!” She giggled and kissed his cheek, I looked at the girl, it was the singer.

I swallowed harshly and looked away. Damn.

Matt let out a chuckle, “Hey rach..” He said lowly.

The red haired girl looked at me, “and who’s this?” She asked as she went and sat on matt’s lap, staring at me.

“um this is y/n, she was telling me how much she liked the song..” Matt covered up for his girlfriend, i nodded.

“Yeah nice to meet you, i thought you did great.” I put on a fake smile and put my hand out, but she looked at my hand and the looked away. I nodded and put my hand down. okay then.

Feeling very uncomfortable as rachel starting kissing matt, my phone buzzed in my pocket,

Get home right fucking now

who are you with rn huh?

fucking brace yourself when you get home, come home now and i’ll make it easier for you

i decided to text back,

i’m on my way now, sorry my phone died

I sent. Seeing jonathan start typing before stopping, i sighed and turned off my phone, shoving it in my back pocket.

“Um nice to see you guys.. I guess.” I rolled my eyes in disgust as they made out. I walked out of the bar and got in my car.

What the fuck.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #bar #electric guitar #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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