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duoduotian · 10 months
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grassbreads · 4 days
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The eternal problem with jimmy john's is that they have really good tuna salad, but they only have really good tuna salad about 25% of the time. 50% of the time it's just middle of the road decent, and the other 25% of the time it's absolute trash. I have no way to predict what it will be any time I get a sandwich from them.
The first tuna salad sandwich I ever got from them was one of the really good ones, and I've been chasing that high ever since.
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omresult · 2 years
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yunymphs · 8 months
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
♡ pairing: inumaki toge x fem!reader ♡ content: fluff, inumaki has a lil crush on u ♡ warnings: none! ♡ authors note: inumaki is genuinely such an angel n i wanna put him in my pocket n protect him for the rest of my life
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢... finds himself in the track and field area of the local park that is a few miles from jujustu high. his arms crossed over his chest as he watches yuuta and maki roll around in the grass and make light conversation. he's slouching a little, the unusually warm summer weather taking a toll on him. he's not prepared at all when panda, who sits next to him suddenly asks, "toge, what type of girls do you like?" the question seems to leave inumaki a bit confused... being a bit isolated as a kid because of his cursed technique left little room for romance in his life, considering he didn't really know how to communicate and always figured it would be better for him to be alone so he didn't accidentally injure anyone. "tuna mayo," he replies. and well, there was this one crush he had...
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢... is more reserved the first time he talks to you. he stops by his favorite convenience store in the city for a bottle of throat medicine, the lovely roses in the front of the store catching his eye... or rather, the person watering them caught his eye. and there you stood, back hunched a bit as you happily water the pretty red roses outside the store. he's suddenly reminded that he has his own flowers he tends to as well at the school! inumaki happily walks over to you, still a bit quiet as he enjoys watching you water the small blossoms.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢... doesn't even realize he has a crush until he's falling head over heels for the stranger that works at his favorite convenience store. he's walking into the store like a lovesick fool, just hoping he might catch sight of your face or figure outside watering the roses or behind the counter. he's walking the street side by side with yuuta after a mission, not even realizing his feet carried him to the store you work at. "did you need to buy something?" yuuta asks curiously, and when inumaki doesn't respond, yuuta looks at him, a worried expression on his face. however, it all clicks into place when yuuta realizes the white haired boy is gazing ever so fondly at where you stand behind the counter.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢... decides today is the day he'll make a move. he's already cut so many corners and fleed from conversations where you were brought up. panda decides it's celebrating matter, and that evening, you find all four of them lined up together at the cash register. you smile at inumaki, clicking in his usual order of throat remedies, taking in the sight of his friends behind him. "well, go on!" maki says, urging him to say something. by her side, yuuta gives an encouraging nod and panda grins widely. inumaki glares at his friends for a brief second before turning back to you, a beautiful flower in his hand from his own garden, as he exclaims a happy, "tuna!"
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤! 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢... nervously stands next to you as the two of you take a morning stroll with one another. he intently observes the way you walk, your hand gently linked with his as your arms swing. his heart has never felt so warm, happy that someone understands him past words. the day feels ever so lovely, clouds revealing a brilliant blue sky. inumaki gently squeezes your hand in his, a faint blush on his face when you smile at him softly. the roses seem to bloom a little more beautifully that day.
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solarisfortuneia · 10 months
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— 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬.
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diluc is hopeless with grocery shopping. luckily, a kind stranger is more than willing to step in and help.
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✦ info: diluc has no idea what he's doing and neither does the author, modern au, strangers to lovers kinda, possibility of ooc-ness, grammar mistakes may be present, there is absolutely no logic here, 2k+ words.
✦ warnings: none.
✦ notes: well, it's this fic again! thought i'd repost it because i'm in the middle of working on a sequel. though with my time management please don't expect it to be posted anytime soon lmao (and don't worry! i still have the original taglist saved.)
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would it be far fetched to call grocery shopping an art? and to call one able to navigate the labyrinthine aisles efficiently nothing short of a master? 
perhaps it would be. 
though, if it was an art, you'd be but a mediocre artist. not horribly unskilled, but no one would be in awe of your nonexistent prowess at brandishing coupons at cash registers. 
you shake your thoughts away. what are you thinking? who made you so eloquent in the middle of aisle seven? you ask yourself, gaze scanning the various items on the shelves. focus on your groceries, dummy.
okay, let's see, now. you stop in the middle of the condiments aisle, recollecting the items you need.  ah yes, ketchup and mayo. hmm, where would they be? 
aha! you see two familiar bottles on the second shelf, and you carefully place them in your cart. a glass jar with a green label and a red lid catches your eye. chili paste? you consider your potential purchase. eh, i'll get it. it's on sale.   
now, let's get some rice.
you round the corner to get to the grain aisle when you see a man, clad in a brown coat and incredibly polished shoes, with hair so red you'd think his head was on fire, just. glaring. at a bag of rice. you sneak a glance at him, wondering if the rice had wronged him in some manner.
deciding to ignore him, you pick up a five kilogram bag, then heave it into your trolley. and as you prepare to push it with the extra weight, you spy the man picking up the exact same bag, brand, weight and all. huh.
thinking nothing of it, you continue on your merry way, hoping to get your shopping done as quickly as possible, assuming that it'd be the last you'd ever see of the man.
but it appears fate had other plans. you spot him once again in the canned foods aisle, glaring at another innocent, harmless grocery item. the victim this time, you ask? a can of baked beans. 
you throw another sideways look at him, lightly tapping the pads of your fingers against the handles of your trolley. who even is this guy? you silently watch as he picks up the same brand you've put in your cart moments before. ah, he was probably just confused.
however, you’re still a little concerned about the man. does a grown man truly not know what he's doing in a grocery store? you scan the shelves for a random item, and your eyes land on a can of baby food. a light bulb goes off in your head, and you decide to test something. quickly, you grab two of them.
you open your mouth the second after he moves to get the same thing. “can i help you, sir?” he freezes at the sound of your voice, hand halfway between his body and the shelf with the exact thing you just picked up, baby food in hand. you raise an eyebrow, "are you aware of what you're buying?" 
he sheepishly rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head. "i'm afraid i'm not." he clears his throat, color beginning to creep up his neck. 
you grin at him. “check the label on the can.” you watch as this giant of a man turns the can around, and slowly turns into a human stop sign with the way his face blazes. you know you probably shouldn’t find the sight of the man with such an intimidating expression turning to a flustered mess so adorable. 
“my apologies,” he clears his throat again, then rubs the back of his neck, eyes averted. “i’ve never been shopping before.” he sets the can back, refusing to meet your eyes.
“oh, don't tell me.” you tease, lightheartedly. “is it a case of a rich boy living on his own for the first time, without anyone to do things for him?”
the look on his face answers for him. his eyebrows nearly climb to his hairline, and he blinks. you laugh, incredibly surprised at your assumption being true. “in that case, let me help.” you hold out your hand, taking pity on the man. “do you have a list?”
he fishes out a hastily scribbled list from the depths of one of his coat pockets that simply says bread, milk. 
sigh. “it seems i have my work cut out for me.” you take a gander at the items in his cart and spot the rice, the beans, along with three varieties of bread and a two liter bottle of milk. well, at least he got the items on his list.
you pick up the bottle, skimming over the other details to find the production and expiry dates. “just out of curiosity, did you check the dates on the milk?” 
he slowly shakes his head. “i figured as much.” you gesture to the numbers, and motion for him to take a look. “this expires in two days. i doubt you’ll be able to finish the whole thing by then, so you should probably find a bottle with a more recent production date.”
if there ever was a god of grocery shopping, diluc ragnvindr would be the bane of his existence. 
why were these stupid stores so confusing? why were there so many brands of everything? why in the hell were there so many types of oranges? and these trolleys, good lord. just why were they so difficult to maneuver?
all the aisles blend into each other, and all diluc can do is stare emptily at each product he finds, unable to make a decision. 
he'd have better luck finding his way around if he was randomly dropped in a venetian calle.
diluc has no idea what he's doing— in the store, at home, even in life. 
living on his own for the first time since his dad passed away, in an apartment much tinier than the lavish mansion he was used to, struggling to keep his head above water, the young ragnvindr only knew ingredients once they'd been taken home and properly organized in containers and shelves. 
he'd rather the world not see him fumbling, though. so he decides to do the only logical thing one can do in his situation. he picks a person and does exactly what they do. 
after all, when one is in rome, do they not do as the romans do?
in hindsight, he should've just researched online. he should have decided his purchases earlier. or ordered the damn groceries online. because then he'd be able to avoid the embarrassment of being tricked with a can of baby food. 
baby food, of all things! why couldn't it be something a little more dignified? 
he watches you quickly replace the offending item on the shelves and push your cart in another direction before he could react. “come on, then. off to the dairy section we go.”
not wanting to be left behind in this headache inducing location, he hurriedly pushes his trolley too in an attempt to keep up with you. kaeya would never let me live that down, he thinks as he does. 
with a pang, he shoves down the memory of his brother as far and as deep as he can, choosing to focus on the present, lest he end up in another spiral.
you lead him to milk he was supposed to get, and he watches you carefully as you examine the dates on the bottles for him. moments later, you beckon him close with a curl of your palm. leaning slightly, he peers over your shoulder. 
“always try to get the one most recently produced,” you tell him, and he nods. he follows the movement of your finger tapping your chin, clearly pondering. his gaze travels a bit higher, and as he sees your lips move, he realizes that he completely missed what you were saying.
“pardon?” he stumbles ungracefully on the initial sound. 
“what's your favorite fruit?” you repeat. “that'll be first on our list on what to get for you.”
his favorite fruit? he didn't think he had one. “peaches,” he blurts, finding himself unwilling to disappoint you with his lack of proper response, his eyes falling on a peach milkshake drink. 
his ears note your change in tone, voice turning excited. “oh, they're one of my favorites too!” warmth engulfs his gloved hand and he finds himself being dragged to the produce section. 
“what about the trolleys?” he asks, mind still reeling from the sudden hand grabbing on your part.
you wave off his concerns. “oh, they'll be fine parked to the side.” you all but drag him to the peach display. “now, pay close attention, okay?”
as if he needed you to tell him that. “i'm listening,” he says. 
you pick up a peach with bruising. “when you're sorting through peaches, look for the ones with no blemishes. they don't spoil as fast. same with apples and pears and such.” now this, he knew. but he still nods along, a picture-perfect student. he sees your eyes and wonders how anyone's could be so gorgeous.
later, he dutifully nods a little more as you explain the specifics of choosing potatoes. 
“the potatoes should be firm, and there should be no signs of green,” 
should he be taking notes? he stamps the involuntary urge to hunt for a notepad in one of his pockets down, deciding he did not want to embarrass himself any more in front of you.
you seemed to glow even under the unflattering light around you, hair lit by it as you tell him about how to look for the right cauliflowers and broccoli. 
how could someone look so ethereal while standing next to onions? 
diluc ragnvindr. get. a. grip. they're only talking about vegetables. 
you ask him to tell you the price of the eggs while you sort through carrots for both him and yourself. he walks over a couple of yards, carefully examines the label and returns to report the number. 
“that much?!” you eyes widen. “my goodness, that should be considered robbery!”
...was it? he thought it was a reasonable price for a carton of eggs. still, he blindly agrees. you smile, having caught on to the fact that he had no idea what the price should be, and he can't help the pride that spreads its wings in his heart. (though he probably shouldn't be, considering why you smiled, he was glad that he was the cause of it.) 
the rest of the shopping goes in a similar manner. you tell him things. he nods, he observes another one of your features, then notes down whatever you tell him mentally. 
by the time you reach check out, both of your trolleys are filled with the exact same items in the exact same quantities. except for two items in his cart that he reached for out of instinct when he saw them on the shelf: a chocolate his brother liked, and a snack his father used to eat often. 
he contemplates leaving them behind, but decides against it at the last minute just before the cashier scans them.
he sees you reach into your pockets for a wallet, and sees an opportunity to repay you for your help. 
he's quick to pull out his own and hands his card to the cashier before you can say a word.
“i insist,” he says, when you protest. “it is only fair i do this in return for you helping me,”
you sigh, giving him another one of the smiles he had started to adore. “alright, thank you.”
the two of you walk outside the store together. cool wind ruffles both of your hair. “well, i guess this is where we part ways,” you say with a laugh and a wave. he manages a soft smile in return. 
“farewell, then.” he watches you walk away, still standing at the entrance, shopping bags in hand. "dammit." he curses under his breath.
he'd forgotten to ask for your name.
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snowdrop-ivy · 5 months
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Chasing the Clouds: A Journey Back to The Beef | 1
Summary: Mikey left the restaurant to Carmen, Natalie, and you.
Trope: Second chances
T/W: Cursing, unresolved mental issues, trauma, suic!de, angst, and smut.
Word count: 4695
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The sound of the alarm woke Carmy. 4:00AM. He had this dream on how things were a year ago, how he was in a different place being berated by the head chef. The time he always woke up everyday since he decided to move and leave everything behind. He waited for the alarm to finish to listen to the voice very familiar to him. He sat up on his bed and lit a cigarette before heading to sit in front of the window to look at the city lights Chicago has to offer him. There were little sounds he could hear that bothers him. The sound of the train. Kids laughing at the street. And your voice. The message you left him before cutting him off completely for bailing on you. Carmy played it one more time, as close to his ear as it can get.
Hey…
I know you're off and I know you can hear this so I'm just gonna say this one last time.
I miss you.
I miss how we used to be. How we used to be friends. How you and I would stay up and talk about everything. I know things got messed up when you left but I think what you don't know is you also left me. For no fucking reason. And the craziest thing is that I trusted myself you wouldn't do that. That you would not bail on me like your brother did to you but you did. 
But you did… You fucking did it, Carm. And I still miss you. Every fucking day and I wish I can lock our memories in letters and drown myself in ink of you. God, I can fill empty canvases with your paintings because all I fucking see is you. But then I realized that after that, life's too fucking short to dwell on it. So if you want us to stay that way, that's okay. We'll each have the chance to be happy on the things we like and the person we love. And that's what I'm gonna do also. And hey? If you don't want to. That's okay too. I'm moving on, B.
So… This is the last time I'll chase you. Not because I got tired but because chasing you is like chasing the clouds.
I hope you become the best of what you really want. 
Bye, B.
Carm clenched on the phone in his hand as he listened on the voicemail you left 5 years ago. He still gets updates of you from Rich and Sug. But that was it. You really meant what you said. And he blames himself for it. And the hole in the wall on his apartment when you left him that message. He knows what he did but also he, himself, doesn't know why he did it. Why he thought leaving you would be a great fucking idea. 
He got up from his seat and got ready for work. Mikey left the business for him, Sug, and you to take care of. He thought that after Mikey passed away he would get a glimpse of you but nada. He got to the restaurant and stayed in his office. Or what used to be Mikey’s. He took a look at the bills with red stamps that said they’re past due dates and sat down. He got out and took a look at the kitchen, the bar, and the dining area. All of it reminds him of his brother. Of you. Or what he thinks the things you redid. Carm knew that you managed the restaurant before he passed away. Mikey told him that whenever they got a chance to talk. How you convinced Mikey to switch mayos, chairs, and cutlery. The crew came in and Carm decided to close the restaurant for the day to clean it. Every fucking inch of it, they cleaned, wiped, moped, washed dishes. Carm was hanging the penalty they got from the CBH since the restaurant does not comply with the sanitary standards. He heard a knock on the window and saw Uncle Jim. They sat by the window. Unc asked him how the restaurant’s been.
“And then you know, the produce bill is due, you know,” Carm answered pointing at the window. “And the power comes in and I can’t build enough of a parachute. Even if we got this place packed, that’s only like a week of survival cash.”
Unc sighed. “Exhausting listening to this.”
Carm knitted his brows, confused. “You ask me what’s goin on.”
“No,” Unc waved his finger. “I asked you where you’ve been.”
Carm tilted his head to the back. “You’re looking at it. This is where I’ve been,” He sighed and leaned on the chair.
“Carm, this place is bullshit,” Unc told him. “Right? I mean, you’re never gonna fix it. You can’t start at fucked. You understand that, right?”
He sarcastically chuckled. “Then why’d he leave it to me? Or Natalie? Or even your daughter for God’s sake.”
Unc sighed and looked at the window. “She’s doing good, by the way.”
“Who?” He asked like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
“Don’t fuck with me. You know who?” 
They looked at each other before chuckling.
“She’s got a job in San Francisco as a head nurse but she still got her photography gig as a hobby. You should see her photos, Carm,” Unc amusingly said with sparks in his eyes and wide smile.
“Yeah?” He answered. “You must be proud then?”
“Of course,” He laughed. “She’s making me proud since the day she was born”
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sillygayrants · 3 months
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Eddie came into family video everyday to talk to Robin. It was a regular occurrence. It started off every week or so, and then every couple of days, and now he was bringing her lunch. Every. Single. Day. Steve thought this was unacceptable.
Now he knew that Robin was his best friend, and she was allowed to like other people just fine, but there was something about Eddie that itched under his skin, like a bad rash he couldn’t get rid of, or a heat pooling at the pit of his stomach.
He would walk into the store everyday at 1:30 on the dot, not a minute earlier or later, with a brown bag that said “Robin, my love” or “my beautiful wife”, or something just as stupid, and he always passed it to Robin with a big, stupid, idiotic smile on his face and she would always give him a little peck on the check as a thank you.
He would lean over and rest his stupid forearms on the desktop, showing off his stupid tattoos and all his stupid rings and bracelets. The latter clanging around while he made extravagant movements to match extravagant stories.
Sometimes he would play with his hair, or twiddle with a necklace, or run his fingers up and down his forearm. Steve was starting to realise he paid a lot more attention to Eddie than to, well, anything else.
Everything had been normal, up until the day it was 1:39, and Eddie hadn’t shown up.
Steve wasn’t worried, he refused to be, he just sat there at the cash register and thought about whatever it is he usually thought about that didn’t include Eddie, which he found wasn’t a lot.
So of course, he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief when the sound of jangling bracelets and big platform boots came tumbling through the door.
Steve looked up, expecting the usual sight of big brown eyes staring towards Robin, waiting to tell her his most recent adventure, and instead found those eyes on a a beeline straight for him, and arms holding two large paper bags.
Eddie dumped one of the bags right on the counter in front of Steve, who strained his eyes to read the “stevie, baby” written on the side of the bag, with a little cartoon heart next to it.
“I never see you eat lunch.”
Steve realised he hadn’t said anything for at least 30 seconds before he head Eddie say that. He looked up at him. “What?”
“I’m in here everyday, at lunch time, and you never eat, just sit there. I’ve been coming here for 3 months for godsake, how have you not withered away, turned to stone and dust.” That last bit was accompanied by flailing arms.
Steve was in shock, his mouth felt too dry to speak and his belly was doing that stupid thing it did whenever Eddie showed up, but this time 10 times fast.
“Eddie,” he finally managed to get out, “my lunch break is at 12, I’ve, uh, already eaten.”
Big doe eyes widened impossibly further “oh.”
There was a weird silence, one that shouldn’t be weird. If it were any other one of his friends he would’ve laughed it off by now or simply just taken and eaten the food, but then again, none of his other friends were Eddie.
“I’ll just put it back in the fridge at home, it’ll be leftovers for me” Eddie said and hands reached out to pick the bag right back up before Steve’s hand was on his forarm, and he took the bag right back.
“Is that chicken? I can smell chicken.”
“Yeah it’s a chicken sandwich, I made it with mayo and there’s some salad on the side if you wanted it”
Steve stared up at Eddie again, who was now playing with his hair.
“You made it?” Steve’s mouth felt dry.
Eddie just nodded, and watched Steve reach into the bag and pull out the food, talking a bite out of the sandwich and humming approvingly.
“It’s really good, thanks man. You did a perfect job on the chicken to mayo ratio, like PERFECT”
Eddies cheeks dusted pink and he was now making little plaiting motions in his hair.
Steve wasn’t sure when the little thing his belly did when Eddie was around had become a comfortable warmth spread throughout his body, something almost easing, or soothing might be the word for it. Whatever it was, Steve liked it.
They just stared at eachother, an unspoken pact or, something, that this was nice, that they could get used to this.
Until there was a voice to the left of Steve speaking up, “I’d like my food now dickwad”
(P.s GUYS IM SORRY IF THE END IS RUSHED I LOWK DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT PLEASE TELL ME OR REPOST AND GIVE TIPS. Anyway this started off as a completely different plot line and I completely spiralled off so now I need to go write something about that 😖😖)
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teaboot · 1 year
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Things that I am convinced are broke family culture:
Main dinner food is "filler" like rice or potato, then a lil meat or veggie.
One bowl or smthn is the designated puke bucket.
Fighting over the one couch cushion that isn't deflated/stained/torn open/got a spring sticking in it
"A door is a privilege not a right" cause there's nothing else they can take away
Clothes and shoes are bought a couple sizes too big so you "have room to grow"
Thrift store thrift store thrift store thrift store
Fighting your siblings for "the good blanket" (soft but lumpy, stuffing wadded up inside) or "the good pillow" (belonged to one of your parents before you were born)
Sneaking naps on your parents bed cause their mattress hits different
"You're not going to school today cause your younger sibling is sick and I gotta go to work"
Making cash under the table doing work for the neighbors at age 9
Biscuit tin full of sewing supplies
The 3 types of sandwich: PB&J, Ham and butter, cheese and mayo.
Watering down the juice to make it last longer
Watering down the soap to make it last longer
Stashing your Halloween candy like it's hard drugs and rationing it till fucking Easter
Your parents clothes are your clothes now
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cursedcola · 2 years
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I want mine to be a crack post. So the dorm leaders + Sam(whom they’re buying the supplies from) reacting to mc buying prank supplies and scaring Crowley just for fun.
A/N: Aight. I gotchu. I love writing crack mm mm mmm it's the good juice. We love torturing bird-man in this house. Especially after he threw us in that dirty-ass dorm like we were trash. Like, you expect me to sleep on dust covered sheets with spiders making a nest in the corner? Nah. This isn't Cinderella bestie and we have standards.
Setting the Scene <3
MC to their love interest after being Crowley's bitch for yet another day: Listen. The F*ck. Up. We will not be taking this abuse. We will not be taking this absolute DISRESPECT. Okay, we have a saying back on "earth," and it's called "hoez mad". Which is me. I am the hoe and I am mad. And you? You are my accomplice. You see this ring???
*waves promise ring in their face*
THIS is the ring that YOU gave me when I snagged you up and made you mine. The chain of foreverness that you imposed on my alien-ass-self.
I pulled your emo-wannabe ass back from the brink of valhalla and you will be paying me back - at a very unfair trade on my end - today. We are destroying whatever pride that cocky pigeon has and we are doing it now.
Riddle Rosehearts
-100/10. Will not comply or even be associated
bitch he isn't getting in trouble for you??? The fuck you think he's going to do?? Collar the headmaster?
The moment you step out of that door, he's tattling - no cap
Best drag him by the ear because he'll throw you under the bus
does not pass the vibe check
threatens to break up with you if you get him in trouble
so YOU threaten to break up with HIM if he doesn't at least carry your stuff
aight. he's in. it was a bluff so please don't dump him
he will cry and then stuff his face with tarts
he doesn't understand how covering everything in Crowley's office in tin-foil will make you feel better? but go off I guess
The entire time he is just complaining about how you both are wasting resources and time.
Riddle really needs to stop ruining the fun (T ^ T)
Leona Kingscholar
"That's hot"
Likes when you get mad lol Crowley should piss you off more often
He’ll watch but won’t do nothin
Another spoil sport in that he thinks it’s too much effort
He’s got some balls considering he’s no better than Crowley
Deadass is this a relationship or are you his servant
Okay that’s Ruggie’s job not yours
Speaking of, he suggests just making him doing it or the literal man children you babysit (*cough* deuace *cough*)
Lets you drag him by the foot to Sam’s shop. Why fight back?
Watches you swap Crowley’s toothpaste for mayo and wonders if you should really be considered future royalty
Doesn’t trust you around his food or personal items when you’re pissed at him
Azul Ashengrotto
“Can we get icecream after?” (〃ω〃)
Yes Azu, we can get nommies after but you must pull your weight
Man is Simp? Simp do anything for affection? Need I say more?
The BEST at covering tracks too. One bat of your eyelashes and he’ll buy out Sam’s store just to make you happy
Has a bit too much fun. One taste of rebellion and all the pent up r a g e from getting his businessman privileges revoked blossoms
They grow up so fast . He’s a natural born criminal
You wanted to do something small scale, like swapping the sugar for salt in Crowley’s coffee. He lets you, but goes the extra mile
Azul says “go big or go home,” and uses his henchmen to spam Crowley’s close conspirators with complaints from ‘student families,’ and essentially throws all of NRC’s shady business *cough*ghostbride*cough* back in Crowley’s face
Now the headmaster is up to the neck with work
Are you proud of him? He avenged you both and barely moved a fingie
Azul accepts payment in cash, credit, or kisses pls <3
Kalim Al’Asim
“Pulling pranks isn’t nice MC”
“And neither is nearly giving me a heart attack with diabetes tea. Quit complaining and move-“
You must trick the sunshine to comply
This is a game and the headmaster is happy to be pranked! It’s all in good fun Kalim~
He comes up with dozens of ideas but settles on on you pick bc he loves u
Anything to make his treasure happy ^_^
If worse comes to worse he can just throw some money to pay for the next school event so you don’t get expelled
You both get to work on covering the floor of Crowley’s office in plastic cups full of water
And…Kalim does not get the memo and blocks your way out *facepalm*
No problem tho! He calls his magic carpet through the window and it rescues you both from the makeshift island, also known as Crowley’s desk
Did he just step on important trade documents? Oops-
Fwoooooosh you both are out the window and safe
Thank him because you both were actually caught, but he payed off the snitches to not say nothin
All in the name of love so you get a taste of sweet sweet revenge
Vil Schoenheit
Uhm…no 💅
Too much effort
Honey why do you even want revenge? Keep stressing like this and you’ll be a potato for the rest of your life
Is that a potato spore or just a dry patch of skin? Nono dear lets go put that money towards some skin care products okay?
Ugh
U g h
Fiiiiiiiiiiine. One prank. And it better be both small and still funny
A schoenheit does not waste their time. We must be efficient with the best results
Which is why we are putting hair dye in Crowley’s body wash. J u s t enough to stain him a lovely shade of baby blue, okay?
Okay
Rook will do it. He’s better at being a cockroach on the wall anyways
Now lets do our nails. In exchange for helping you, Vil is picking the color. No, you have no rights in this exchange
Idia Shroud
“Alright” (; ̄ェ ̄)
…….
Yes, it’s that easy. He hates conflict
With you and ortho. He doesn’t mind messing with other people
Especially since that rotisserie chicken confiscated his talking tablet at the last ceremony
Idia wants vengeance. If it wasn’t for you, he would airdrop photos of Crowley picking his nose to the entire campus
Instead he settles for something more basic. For you. Because you don’t know how to have fun 😒
Special orders truth peppers from sam’s black market. All you have to do is eat one and you can’t tell a lie for at least a month
Idia does his little techy thing with the cafeteria camera so you can slip it into Crowley’s lunch (that you are forced to bring bc he treats you like an errand boy)
A few hours later, you both are chilling in Idia’s room with nommies and watching Crowley make a fool of himself by spilling his secrets
Cruel? A bit. Necessary? Yes
Malleus Draconia
“Is this what you like to do for fun? Have I misjudged your character”
Mans is so down. He wants to be a little rebellious
And damn is he e v i l
Like y’all forget that he is a powerful wizard. You think he hasn’t made a potion or two for his own purposes
He doesn’t even give you room to think. Just shoves a coin purse in his pocket and poofs you both into sam’s store
Nearly giving said tradesman a heart attack but whatever
“I need everything here and whatever you have in the back,” malleus purchases enough to make an alchemy lab in your dorm
And conjures the most v i l e smelling potion you have ever seen with a smile
And a little evil cackle for measure. Lilia taught him that no good villain is worth their salt without an evil laugh
He leaves you with a kiss on the forehead to go “do the dirty work,” and doesn’t even tell you what’s up
He…turned the headmaster into an actual bird
But like, Crowley can still talk so all you hear around campus is him squawking for someone to fix this
It’s pretty obvious who pulled the prank. Malleus is the only one powerful enough to make something even Trein can’t reverse
You both end up in the slammer
Still better quality than Ramshackle tho
Sam ze Tradesman
Cha-ching 💰💰💰💰💰
He knew there was a reason he liked you
Has Sam ever mentioned that you are his favorite wallet student??
No?
Well you are
He sells you anything and everything you want. No questions asked and a firm believer of snitches get stitches
If he gets caught tho then you’re on your own
Jk he wouldn’t do is favorite customer like that
Or would he???🤔💭
Well. Maybe not so long as these pockets of his stay stashed with cash
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barve-oceana · 2 days
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i have just realised something
joost and bbno$ did a collab together (mayo, no fries!)
bbno$ and tommy cash did a collab together (tango)
tommy cash and käärijä did a collab together (it’s crazy it’s party)
käärijä has met joost and windows95man
windows95man has met tommy cash
the weird circle is nearly complete 🤣
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cookiesuga55 · 5 months
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Subscription Gainer
Gainer Jungkook has a subscription to a weight-loss tips magazine... just so he can do everything they suggest in reverse. He gets so excited every month to get his new book of health tips, food trends, and learn what dietitians say you shouldn't eat... which means Jungkook tries it.
Jungkook happily flips through it across the next few weeks to pick up things that keep his gaining-lifestyle exciting.
"Oh... laying down after eating increases belly fat?" Jungkook moves from sitting to reclining on his couch after chowing down on Chinese takeout, a hand resting on his full belly as he smiles down at it. "You fatten up for me, okay?" He pats his gut and belches, rubbing in bliss.
"Dairy is one of the top foods on the list of 'what wrecks your metabolism'. They say to cut out milk... it's bad for your thighs and waistline." Jungkook puts four big gallons of whole milk in his cart at the grocery store, fully intending on having a thick glass with every meal. He gets blocks of cheese, tubs of yogurt, and a carton of heavy whipping cream just to top it off, humming contently as someone peeks over at his peculiar purchases.
"Someone who drinks 1 to 2 cans of soda a day will expand their waist line five times faster than someone who doesn't..." Jungkook pants as he reads that one. "Thankfully I've got that covered." He takes another swig from his two-liter jug of coke and flips to the next page about combating a sedentary lifestyle, and kicks up his feet.
"Using a smaller plate will make you think that you're eating more, because your plate looks fuller. Limit yourself to only one portion. Oh that'll be fun-" Jungkook piles up food on a massive platter that he serves guests with on holidays and uses it as a plate for himself. He loads it up with a mountain of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, cornbread, and creamy mac n cheese. "It's still only one portion..." He giggles as he sets the feast in his lap and begins to dig in.
"Low-fat foods are loaded with sugar and can actually make you gain weight..." Jungkook frowns as he warily picks up low-fat mayonnaise off the shelf, feeling like he's betraying himself. "I'm putting all of my faith in you, dietitians. If you deprive me of the deliciousness of full-fat mayo-" He turns over the two bottles to compare the nutrition facts and his eyebrows shoot up. Three times more sugar. Jungkook whips out his phone, googling if sugar or fat is worse for weight gain. He grins as he drops the low-fat option into his basket and happily pads away, his tummy warm with the promise of extra poundage.
"Cut out fast food." Jungkook racks up points in his delivery app. The numbers on his scale climb up just as quickly.
"Choose foods that keep you full for longer. Sugar makes you hungry. Stay away from sugary foods late at night." Jungkook drags his carton of ice cream out of the freezer at 1 am, licking his lips as he pops it open. "Sugar and cream. Delicious and so fattening. I love you, ice-cream. Marry me." He groans around his spoon.
"All it takes is a surplus of 200-500 calories a day to see quick results of gaining fat." Jungkook's mouth waters, and his hands come up to slowly squeeze and knead at his flab as he reads aloud. "If you eat an extra 500 calories a day- a few oreos or dessert- it will take 6 days to gain 1 pound of fat." Jungkook groans, greedily grabbing the heavy pooling of blubber resting in his lap that he is growing. He shakes it, wanting to drool as his entire body responds in wobbles. "And how fat will you get by overeating constantly, huh? How fat will I get from one stuffing?" He asks his magazine as his gut growls just at the thought of being stuffed and fattened. Jungkook reaches for his takeout delivery app, cashing in his hard earned reward points as he imagines the hearty feast filling his greedy gut.
Oh, how the dietitians that work so hard to research and make this health magazine would scream if they could see how Jungkook uses it like a holy bible of ways to get even fatter.
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longliveblackness · 11 months
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Sister Rosetta Tharpe, famous in the 1930s for her upbeat electric guitar playing style, is the original godmother of rock and roll music. She was inducted in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2018, and recognized for her contributions in paving the way for other artists in the industry.
Sister Rosetta Tharpe, who was born in 1915, grew up in a small town in Arkansas. Raised in the Pentecostal church, she honed her talent in music during tent revivals and church gatherings.
In the 1930s, she started making a name when she moved to New York, where she performed in the city's nightclubs. In 1938, she became famous for her record called "Rock Me." Her 1945 recording "Strange Things Happening Every Day" is considered the first gospel song that bridged the "race" (later called "R&B") charts after it reached number two.
Her fame was sustained until the 1950s when she could fill arenas with thousands of fans who want to watch her perform on stage with her electric guitar.
By the 1960s, a new generation of musicians seemed to have overshadowed her fame. Still, she went to Europe to perform for new audiences in London and Liverpool.
Sister Rosetta Tharpe died in 1973 at the age of 58. Even though her name was somehow forgotten by most people, her influence is very much alive.
"She influenced Elvis Presley, she influenced Johnny Cash, she influenced Little Richard," says Tharpe's biographer Gayle Wald. "She influenced innumerable other people who we recognize as foundational figures in rock and roll."
She was posthumously inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of fame on May 5, 2018 for her essential role in the industry.
"Without Sister Rosetta Tharpe, rock and roll would be a different music," according to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame website. "She is the founding mother who gave rock's founding fathers the idea."
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Sister Rosetta Tharpe, famosa durante la década de 1930 por su estilo animado de tocar la guitarra eléctrica, es la madrina original del rock and roll (rocanrol). Se le indujo al salón de la fama del Rock and Roll en el 2018 y se le reconoció por sus contribuciones en pavimentar el camino para otros artistas en la industria.
Sister Rosetta Tharpe, quién nació en el año 1915, creció en una pequeña ciudad en Arkansas. Criada en la iglesia Pentecostal, ella perfeccionó su talento musical durante avivamientos en carpas y reuniones de la iglesia.
En los 1930, comenzó a darse a conocer cuando se mudó a Nueva York, donde hacía presentaciones en los clubes nocturnos de la ciudad. En 1938, se hizo famosa por su canción llamada “Rock Me”. Su grabación de "Strange Things Happening Every Day", hecha en 1945, es considerada la primera canción góspel combinado o unida con “race” (luego llamado R&B). La canción llegó a segunda posición en las carteleras.
Su fama se sostuvo hasta la década de 1950, cuando solía llenar estadios con miles de fanáticos que querían verla en el escenario con su guitarra eléctrica.
Para los 1960, su fama fue opacada por una nueva generación de artistas. Aún así, se fue a Europa para hacer presentaciones a nuevas audiencias en Londres y Liverpool.
Sister Rosetta Tharpe falleció en 1973 a la edad de 58 años. Aunque su nombre fue olvidado por muchas personas, aún así su influencia estaba muy viva.
“Ella influenció a Elvis Presley, ella influenció a Johnny Cash, ella influenció a Little Richard” dijo el biógrafo de Tharpe, Gayle Wald. “Influenció a innumerables personas que hoy reconocemos como figuras fundacionales del rock and roll (rocanrol).”
Fue incluida póstumamente en el salón de la fama del Rock & Roll el 5 de mayo del 2018 por su papel esencial en la industria.
“Sin Sister Rosetta Tharpe, el rock and roll sería una música diferente”, según el sitio web del Salón de la Fama del Rock & Roll. “Ella es la madre fundadora que le dio la idea a los padres fundadores del rock”.
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congrats on 100, love!!! <333 may i request 🍄 prompt: ❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ with scarborough’s one and only, please?
yeah. ✏︎ m. bunting
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bunting27's 100 follower celly !
a/n: i have a working theory that bunts' type is either painfully shy or as abrasive and upfront as you could possibly get. this is somehow both
prompts: “it's hot when you talk back"
wc: 0.8k
taglist: @nylwnder @sidcrosbyspuck
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y/n had never had an amazing relationship with her mom, per se. she was overbearing and strict, and she would project her insecurities onto y/n from a young age. that’s why she was shaking with nerves while she waited for her parents to come meet her and michael at a restaurant 
“if she says anything wildly inappropriate, i’m so sorry in advance, she’s just-” michael shook his head, holding her hand in his while looking down at her with soft eyes and a smile
“i can handle some criticism, if that’s what you’re expecting” she tilted her head slightly with a nod, and michael took it as a sign that the criticism he could be getting tonight would be less like what he received on the ice and more like a dissection of everything he did wrong tonight explained in detail right to his face
he had been scrolling through his phone when he felt her tense beside him, and he looked up to see a short haired woman and a tall bald man beside the table they had been sitting at.
there was no greeting before who he’d assumed was y/n’s mother went “it’s a bit rude of you both to have already ordered your drink. don’t you think you could have waited in the car so we could all get equal service?”
y/n shoved her head in both of her hands and he grabbed her hand under the table again when she had taken her arms down, then he smiled politely at her parents, ignoring the comment.
while everyone waited for the food to come out, michael, y/n and her dad all caught up and got to know each other, and the basis of what michael was learning was that y/n’s dad was a saint, and that her mother was not actually interested in meeting him, only watching him.
when the food came out, the server called for his meal first, a chicken burger with various toppings. before he could even think of signalling that it was his, her mother spoke up for the first time since her original comment
“that’s me, but i wanted the side salad, not a fry and i wanted mayo and onion with no tomato. god how hard can it be to write down an order” michael cleared his throat, and y/n glared at her mom
“jesus, mom. it’s mikey’s, not yours. sorry, honey, that's for him” she smiled politely to the waitress and he did as well, helping out by taking the plate from her so she didn’t have to reach.
her mom scoffed, and seemed satisfied enough when her plate was placed down and it was all correct.
when everyone was done, they began chatting again, save for her mom, and when the bill came out, michael offered to pay. 
“are you trying to buy my acceptance, michael? i’m well capable of-” she was cut off by y/n, who had dropped her phone on the table and sucked her teeth angrily in order to get her mom’s attention
“holy shit, mom. he’s trying to be nice! i’ve had a long day, this is one of his only nights off this week, and frankly, nobody wants to spend their free time hearing you bitch and complain about nothing. this night could not have gone better. the service, the food, michael is great. so for once in your life you need to stop picking apart everything so that you can find a reason to be a raging bitch”
her mom just looked at her with her mouth agape, her dad had a small smile, and michael just placed his hand on her thigh. he put enough cash on the table for the full bill and a generous tip before sliding out of the booth and guiding y/n to come with him. 
“bye, dad. thank you for coming” her dad nodded slightly, waving goodbye to michael and he made quick work of walking y/n out of the restaurant.
“it’s hot when you talk back” y/n smiled at the comment, biting her lip.
“this parking lot’s pretty empty and you have a really nice backseat…” he raised an eyebrow, grinning from ear to ear as he helped her into the back of his car.
he had her jeans unbuttoned in record time, and she was trying at the buttons of his shirt
“ah ah, don’t go thinking you can do whatever you want just cause i said that attitude of yours was hot, it won’t go over so well this time around” she giggled, placing herself in his lap and continuing to untie his shirt regardless 
“oh, yeah?” he smirked 
“yeah.”
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Daily Check-in - July 25, 2023 🎀
Today was a rough day. I had to stay later at work so I didn't get home when I wanted. My roommates ended up making dinner and I over ate a bit because I had not eaten for about 8 hours prior. I'm also completely exhausted so I didn't do my night routine. I did prep myself for tomorrow morning so I have my workout to look forward to!
🩷 What I Ate Today:
Breakfast - A two good anilla Greek yogurt bowl with granola, peanut butter, chia seeds, and a sliced banana, and a cup of coffee.
Lunch - A salad topped with sliced bits of sharp cheddar cheese, chopped carrots, and tuna mixed with avocado oil mayo and two grapes that a coworker gave me.
Dinner - Two servings of homemade Spanish rice, and one burrito with ground beef, shredded cheese, homemade refried beans, sour cream, and salsa.
Snacks - Bowl of watermelon and one babybel cheese.
Other - One cup of coffee with French vanilla creamer, one bottle of water with a dissolved electrolyte tablet
Water : 65oz water not bad but could've definitely been better
🩷 Workout - Lower Body Pilates
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I only did this one this morning as I did not sleep well last night but still woke up early to get some movement in. I absolutely loved this workout, though the glute bridge parts hurt my lower back a bit, so I need to work on my form. Wish it was 20 minutes fully, tho. Overall, 9.4/10
🩷 Habits I completed today:
Morning guided journal
Made my bed
Morning skincare
Workout
Didn't accomplish much today but tomorrow will definitely be better! I'm also super excited for tomorrow because one of my Yesstyle skincare packages that I ordered weeks ago is finally going to be delivered tomorrow!
🩷 Song of the Day: Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani, Eve
I'm trying to manifest some more financial stability and cash income so this song has definitely been a repeat in my playlist. I've also been listing to Money by Lalisa and 7 rings by Ariana Grande because I could use the increase cash flow coming my way.
That's all for today! I'm so sorry if this seems rushed, I am exhausted and litteraly going to fall asleep after I post this. I'll see you guys tomorrow!
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The next part of my Asexual Rep AU (that I need to come up with a title for)
Tagging my pals @winderlylandchime and @maryp50 so they can see I have posted the next chunk of this fic. I’m so grateful for the advice I've been getting from them as I write.
Over the next week, Justin saw Brian daily. Sometimes he was alone, and sometimes, Debbie’s son was with him. But every time, he insisted on Justin serving him. Justin couldn’t help but laugh at the seemingly absurdity of it. Especially considering Debbie’s warning about the man. 
On Thursday night, close to 10 pm, Brian stumbled in alone. He was still wearing his business attire minus a suit jacket. As he sat down at the counter, he loosened his tie and snapped at anyone who’d listen.
“I know this is a big ask considering the establishment, but could I get some decent service?” Bitchy business queen was back like Justin had never seen before.
“I know it’s a big ask, considering who you are, but could I get a please or a thank you tacked onto the end of that?” Justin snarked right back as he flipped a coffee mug over and poured Brian some coffee.
Brian cocked his head and considered Justin a moment before he replied. “You know, most people find my rudeness charming.” 
Justin snorted, “Only because they want in your pants.”
He paused and watched Brian’s eyes run the length of his body, clearly assessing him. 
“Oh yes, I’ve heard all about the great Brian Kinney. In fact, I’d say most of my customers love you and hate you in equal measure.”
“You know,” Brian grabbed Justin’s wrist, keeping him in place, “it would seem you aren’t one of them. What’s wrong with you? Are you even gay?”
“Well, for one, money doesn’t impress me. I came from money. It doesn’t bring joy.” Justin pulled his hand away, slightly annoyed with Brian for the first time since they’d met. 
“For two, as charming as you may think you are, sex isn’t everything in life.” He pulled out his order pad and poised his pencil, waiting for Brian’s order.
“Ah yes, you are so flush with cash you just work here for kicks.” Brian’s words had a bit of bite to them, but Justin wasn’t phased.
“Also, whoever says sex isn’t everything clearly isn’t having it or can’t get any. As attractive as you are and as much as the clientele here look at you like a piece of meat, I can’t fathom how you’d fall into either category.”
Brian paused briefly before he added, “Turkey on whole grain with lettuce, tomato, and no mayo.”
Justin put Brian’s order in the kitchen without another word to the man. Under the surface, he couldn’t believe the audacity Brian had to say the things he did.
“Or maybe…” Justin came back to Brian and picked up their conversation in a huff. “I just don’t want casual sex.”
Brian put his tongue in his cheek and smiled. “You’re young. You’ll soon learn that relationships just cause hurt.”
Justin took a deep breath and turned toward one of the booths to avoid really going off on Brian. He barely knew the guy, so it wasn’t worth it. 
Then why do I want to kiss that smug look right off his face?
He took the order and cleaned up the booth next to them. Then he gave the order to the cook and grudgingly picked up Brian’s order.
He set Brian’s plate down with a bit more force than was necessary. As much as he didn’t want to be, Justin was still irritated by Brian’s assumptions.
“One more thing!” Justin gave Brian a steely look, demanding his attention. The older man leaned back slightly and grinned like he was amused by Justin’s frustration.
“I said I came from money. Not that I still have it.” And without another glance, Justin walked away.
He made himself busy for the next half hour and didn’t approach Brian’s spot at the counter until the man had left. On his empty plate sat two twenties. Justin truly didn’t understand this man. He was snippy and rude but then left extravagant tips. Justin knew Debbie had said he was generous, but Justin had a sneaking suspicion that Brian was even more generous with him.
He was still just standing there when Emmett came traipsing in with Ted at his elbow. Justin had met Ted about a week ago and still didn’t know much about the man except that he was an accountant and Emmett’s best friend.
“Hey, baby!” Emmett’s grin lit up the place, which was currently in a lull between nighttime rushes. 
“Hey, Em.” Justin pocketed the tip and placed Brian’s payment in the till. He then started to do his end-of-shift routine as he waited for Emmett and Ted to get settled at a booth toward the back. 
They appeared to be in a heated discussion. Justin didn’t want to interrupt them, but they were his last table of the night, so he had no choice. As he approached the table, he heard the tail end of whatever disagreement they were having.
“I’m telling you, Em. He’s changed. Things are different now.” Ted looked distressed but firm in his assertion.
“Right, the twinked-out twinky changed his spots just like that.” Emmett scoffed and gave Ted a disgusted look.
“What can I get you guys?” Justin butt in just as he was sure Ted was going to bolt in frustration. His words stopped the man, and he turned his attention to the menu.
“Advice.” Emmett turned himself slightly to face Justin fully and gave the young blonde his most charming look.
“I’m sorry?” Justin was thoroughly confused. What kind of advice could he possibly offer the well-seasoned gay men before him? He barely knew Ted, so there wasn’t a chance he even knew anything helpful. Why would Emmett want his advice on whatever was going on?
“You don’t know this, but about 6 weeks ago, Teddy here went home with a young man named Blake. Blake convinced Ted it was a good idea to try out some substances. Teddy ended up in the hospital and almost died. Now, Blake has come crawling back, and Ted is just letting him live with him, no questions asked.” Emmett paused to take a breath, and Ted jumped in.
“Way to air out my dirty laundry to strangers, Em!” 
“Oh, hush. Justin is hardly a stranger.”
“No, he’s just one of your strays. Which makes it a bit hypocritical of you to judge me for helping out Blake.”
Emmett then turned back to Justin and asked, “Justin, my dear, do you think Teddy should be using his well-earned considerable nest egg on helping some twinked-out twinky with housing and food?”
Justin threw up his hands, “I am not getting involved. I can’t have an opinion on this.”
“Thank you!” Ted gave Justin a kind look and then turned his more serious, slightly murderous one onto his best friend. “I’ll take my usual.”
Emmett huffed and rolled his eyes dramatically but then responded, “And I will take a burger with fries. Tomato and lettuce on the side.”
Justin chuckled as he wrote down their orders and then headed toward the kitchen to place them. He shook his head and grinned. He loved Emmett dearly. Of all the people he’d become familiar with since getting this job last month, Emmett was the only one who was interested in Justin not just as the sad, lonely queer kid but also as the artist. 
In the last few weeks, he’d been dragging Justin around to various gay establishments. They mostly stuck to Woody’s whenever Emmett wanted him to go out for drinks, and Justin couldn’t find a good enough excuse not to. He knew of all the best shopping establishments to frequent for the best deals. Hell, Emmett had even managed to convince him to purchase a crop top that hugged his shoulders in a way that Justin would never have the confidence to wear in public. He greatly appreciated Emmett’s kindness and Southern charm. He was very much into casual sex, but he never judged Justin for not being interested in taking strangers home from the bars.
As he grabbed their plates of food, Justin glanced at the clock. If he played his cards just right in five minutes, he would be walking out that door. He heard the tinkle of bells, signaling the door had been opened, but one glance showed it was Tad the waiter who would be taking over for Justin. Justin smiled at him and placed Emmett and Ted’s food down.
“What are your plans tonight?” Emmett cocked his head, looking up at Justin. 
“Going back to mine and Daphne’s to study for my exam next Monday.” Justin staved off what he was sure was going to be an invitation to go out with Emmett and Ted.
“You should join us for a night of fun at Babylon.” Emmett clapped his hands and bounced excitedly. “It’s the Wet Willy Competition tonight!” 
“What?” Justin had no idea what Babylon or a Wet Willy Competition were.
“Babylon is the hottest dance club in Pittsburgh,” Ted said lazily, evidently not matching Emmett’s excitement about the prospect.
“All the hottest gays go there!” Emmett gave Justin his puppy eyes. “You’ll fit right in.”
Justin blushed at the idea that he was amongst ‘the hottest gays.’ But he also couldn’t deny that the thought of dancing sounded energizing. Something he would need if he planned to study or draw at all before his classes tomorrow.
“Do you have a membership?” Ted, ever the pragmatist, asked, finishing up his tuna sandwich.
“Oh, hush. I will be able to get him in using mine.” Emmett grinned and waved his hand in front of Ted.
Twenty minutes later, as they walked down Liberty Avenue toward the club, Emmett reassured Justin once more. He wrapped his arm around the teen and pulled him in close.
“Don’t mind, Teddy. He’s just upset at me about the whole Blake thing.” Emmett’s eyes were blazing with sincerity, so Justin believed him.
“As for Babylon. Prepared to be amazed! The music and men are always on fire. And the thumpa thumpa breathes life into any tired ole queen.” Emmett twirled in front of Justin and Ted with joy emanating from his every pore.
“Look, kid.” Ted grabbed Justin’s wrist and his attention. “Emmett is always so rosy about these kinds of things because he’s never experienced rejection. In all honesty, sometimes it can be too much.”
Justin linked his hand with Ted’s and squeezed. “I’m not worried about rejection.”
“No, of course not,” Ted mumbled.
 “I’m just excited to meet more people and find out what a dance club is all about. So, loosen up and have fun!” Justin grinned and quickened his pace to catch up with Emmett a few feet ahead.
“Theodore, loosen up? Don’t count on it.” A familiar voice sounded from behind Justin. 
He turned in time to see Ted roll his eyes at Brian and sidestep out of the shoulder drape Brian was aiming for.
“Brian, be nice.” Michael chided from the brunette’s elbow.
Justin wanted desperately to say something, anything. But his brain was currently rebooting after seeing Brian in what he assumed were the man’s club clothes. He wore a tight silvery black buttoned top and pants that looked painted on him. It made him even more gorgeous than his typical suits seen at the diner.
“You know Brian, from what I know about you. I’d say you’re the one who needs to loosen up a little.” Justin smirked and gave the older man a challenging look.
“Oh, my, my.” Emmett flounced up behind Justin and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s shoulders. “Seems to me this young thang has your number, Brian. And he ain’t callin'.” 
The two looked at each other and grinned before turning back to see Brian rubbing his hand across his jaw. Emmett planted a soft kiss on Justin’s temple before they approached the bouncer, leaving the rest of the group behind. 
“Is he going to be mad at you?” Justin leaned into Emmett to shout into his ear once they were inside amongst the too-loud music and crowds.
“Who? Brian?” Emmett shook his head, amused. “Nah. He actually appreciates people who knock him down a bit sometimes. Keeps him humble.”
“Brian? Humble?” Justin wasn’t sure it was possible. 
“At least it’s better than being a stalker.” Brian’s voice tickled Justin’s other ear. “Why are you here?”
He didn’t respond until they were situated at the bar with a drink in hand. Then he turned to Brian and told him, “Emmett invited me. Plus, it’s a public establishment. I have just as much right to be here as you.” 
Then Justin pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it at Emmett. He walked onto the dance floor half-naked and found the experience to be exhilarating. He loved the way the sound waves from the music felt on his skin and how the other men danced so close he could feel their heat. Justin threw back his head and let the music and magic consume him. This is what being gay was supposed to feel like. For the first time ever, Justin felt entirely one with his mind, body, and spirit. He was meant to live this life of unadulterated happiness.
Before long, he attracted a couple of beefy men who obviously worked out often. Their muscles rippled as they moved their torsos closer and closer to Justin’s bare chest. He didn’t care that they were obviously aiming for sex. He just wanted to know what it felt like to have another man find him attractive and appreciate his body in an artistic way. He was finding that on the dance floor of Babylon.
Suddenly one of the guys reached for the fastener of his jeans, and Justin fumbled backward. But, being surrounded on both sides, his movement only made matters worse. He tried to shove both men off of him, but they didn’t seem to take the hint. It was as if his movements were egging them on. Justin could feel panic starting to rise in his throat.
And then, like a silent angel, Brian was there. Without a word, he shoved his arms between each of the guys and Justin’s body. The businessman’s arms were now bracketing Justin, boxing him in, but this time he wasn’t afraid. Soon enough, the other two men moved on to other guys further along in the crowd. Justin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
While he recalibrated, Brian adjusted himself so that he stood facing Justin and his arms lay limply but possessively on the blonde’s shoulders. They continued to dance, Brian silently reassuring Justin by never moving his arms away. 
*****
They didn’t speak of that night the next day or any day after that. In fact, Justin and Brian’s “relationship” returned to snarking at each other over the food Justin served daily. It was as if Babylon hadn’t happened at all. In time, even Justin stopped constantly thinking of how Brian had protected him each time he saw the guy.
One particularly stressful Wednesday night, Justin was rushing around the diner trying to keep all the patrons happy when Brian, Emmett, Ted, and Michael all showed up for dinner. Justin motioned to Emmett that he would be there shortly. Then, he went over to Debbie at the counter and heaved a sigh.
“What a day! I’ve only been here two hours and already I’m exhausted.” Justin grinned at the woman, but his eyes reflected his true feelings.
“You said it, sunshine. Today has been the busiest day we’ve seen in a long time. I better go deal with them.” She motioned toward the table where the group sat. 
Justin patted her shoulder, “Don’t bother. I’ll handle it.” Then in a small whisper, “Besides, you know Brian is going to ask for me anyway.”
“I don’t understand that man.” Debbie looked toward her son and his best friend fondly.
“He definitely is an enigma.” Justin agreed before he trudged over to their table.
“What can I get you guys?” Justin tried to hold back a yawn, but it escaped anyway.
“Tired, baby?” Emmett commented, the concern dripping from his voice.
“Don’t worry about it. Just a long day. Had classes until 5, and then my shift here started at 6. I’m used to it.” Justin shrugged off Emmett’s concern and gave them a pointed look with his order pad ready.
The others at the table were busy giving Justin their order, so they didn’t notice the way Brian’s eyes turned soft as he looked Justin over. But Justin did. It was the first time since that night a few weeks ago that Brian seemed to show any interest in Justin outside of being his waiter.
“I’ll have turkey on…” Brian started to order, but Justin finished it for him.
“Whole grain. Tomato and lettuce with no mayo.”
“Word perfect,” Brian responded gently. There wasn’t his usual snark. As Justin walked away, he realized he missed it.
He was still distracted by Brian’s behavior a few minutes later. Debbie came up behind him and gently held the back of his head.
“What’s got you thinking so hard you don’t even hear me?” She smacked her gum and smiled at him.
“Sorry, Deb. It’s nothing.” Justin shook his head. He avoided bringing up Brian around Debbie as much as he possibly could. He knew she had mixed feelings about him, but even now, a few weeks into his tenure on Liberty Avenue, he knew most of her negative opinions on Brian were misguided.
Thinking better of it, Justin made an executive decision. He needed to get outside and breathe some fresh air. Clearing his head of his confusion over Brian was in order considering how flustered he currently was.
“Actually, Deb. Could I ask you a favor? When their order comes up, could you deliver it? I need to step out for a quick break.” Justin gave his best tired eyes, knowing they would work on the motherly woman.
“Sure thing, sunshine. Take all the time you need. Just be back in 15.” She winked at him with a chuckle.
Justin grinned, took off his apron, and then stepped through the back door to the alleyway. He paced back and forth between the door and the dumpster. He couldn’t figure Brian out, and that confused him. Up until now, Justin had prided himself on never having complicated feelings or emotions about anyone in his life. The closest he had ever come was with his father, but their recent exchange cured him of any love he had left for the man. No, Justin was someone who could look at a person, get to know them, and have a strong sense of who they were. But not with Brian.
The back door opened suddenly, and there he was in his tight black tee and jeans. Ready to go to Babylon with his friends. But instead of his usual snark or disdain, Brian had a face of concern.
Justin stopped his pacing and took a deep breath. “Why didn’t you snap at me or make a rude comment? I need you to make a rude comment!” 
Brian chuckled and licked his lips. “All this time, you’ve been begging me to be nicer, and for once, I didn’t give you a snide comment about finishing my sentence like we are some married couple, and you flip out.” 
Justin started to pace once more. He couldn’t stand still, and he couldn’t look at Brian for longer than a few seconds in fear that he might do something rash and impulsive, like kiss the guy. So, instead, he paced. 
“I really don’t understand you. You are the only person within the confines of Pittsburgh who acts like they detest me. So much so that I start to question whether or not you’re even gay. Because who doesn’t want this?”
“Because I don’t want to immediately jump in your pants, you assume I’m not gay or that there’s something wrong with me? Could it be that you just aren’t my type?” Justin paused his pacing to give Brian a challenging look.
“I’m everyone’s type.” Brian shrugged.
With that, all the confusion and fight left Justin’s body, and he laughed. He shook his head at the profound conceitedness that was the Brian Kinney and full-on laughed. Justin laughed so hard he cried, and then he walked past Brian’s befuddled expression and went back to work. His confusion over the man was all but dissipated the moment he’d asserted his assumed godliness.
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BLT - JJ Maybank
Summary: your boss hired his nephew to work at the diner with you and your stuck cleaning up his messes.
A/N: Okay, hope you like this!! It's just some fluff honestly.
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There was a special place in heaven for you. Or at least some kind of karma at work that would win you the lottery because there was no other explanation for the absolute hell that your boss had decided to put you through when he hired his nephew to work at the diner. There wasn’t much to the small storefront diner, mostly they served breakfast food.
There was a small counter in the front where they cooked and took orders and rung people up, soda coolers opposite the cash register and then, three long counters stretching to the back of the store with stools. It was an old school place and, while JJ’s uncle could be a little weird sometimes, you didn’t hate the job.  
Until, of course, JJ started working there. It wasn’t that he was bad at the job, necessarily. You were almost entirely sure that if he really wanted to he could probably be good at it. It was just that he really didn’t want to so most of the time he was slacking off. Sneaking over to the drugstore beside you to buy a semi-dirty magazine or lottery tickets or he was standing around at the counter talking to his friends whenever they dropped by.  
Which was all the time. 
“No,” you said immediately, the bell ringing above the door at the exact same time. You didn’t even bother looking up. You’d heard the familiar rumbling of the Twinkie’s engine and knew it was either John B, or John B and one of their other friends.  
“You know, I don’t think you’re supposed to turn away paying customers.” John B’s over confident voice reached your ears as the door swung shut. JJ was already coming out from the back of the store and greeting his best friend as if he hadn’t been dropped off that morning by John B.  
“Except you aren’t a paying customer, are you?” You remarked, glaring at him.  
“I ordered a soda yesterday,” John B pointed out.  
“Yeah, and you couldn’t pay for it.”  
“Oh yeah,” he shrugged and moved away from the counter, JJ calling him over. You rolled your eyes at the pair of them.  
If you were honest, you didn’t mind so much when Pope or Kiara would stop by. They seemed to reign JJ in, if only a little, and they were usually apologetic for his behavior. But it didn’t really matter who showed up at work, JJ had a short attention span when he was actually working and not visiting his friends but he was even worse when they were around. Working with JJ was more like babysitting. It killed you to admit that sometimes he made you laugh. Sometimes he made you want to tear your hair out but sometimes you were actually happy to see yourself on the schedule with him.  
“Hey,” JJ was in front of you, leaning against the counter. His palms pressed into the vinyl and he smiled at you, “could we get two BLTs?”  
You narrowed your eyes at him, “you want me to make you and your friend two BLTs? Presumbably for no charge?”  
“Yes?”  
“Make them yourself.” You huffed, “you work here too. And Todd owns the place, so when you steal food you probably won’t get fired.” 
“But you make them better.” JJ insisted, giving his best sad pout and puppy eyes.  
“You should make them just as good as I do, you work here too.” You replied, “I’ve literally spent weeks training you...how can you not manage a sandwich?” 
“You get the mayo to cheese ratio right. Please, I’ll mop tonight,” He promised, coming around the counter and stepping up next to the register. Down the long counters, John B was sitting there watching the two of you. 
“You never mop.” You replied, “you always say you will and then you don’t and I end up doing it instead. So, no. Make your own sandwiches. I’m not getting in trouble for you JJ, I actually want to have this job and need it.”  
“It’s not like I don’t need a job,” JJ said, obviously missing the point. “I’m just asking you to do me a favor.” 
“And then you’re gonna want me to serve them to you too, right?” You asked.  
“I’ll make them,” JJ finally conceded, moving further into the space behind the counter to make the sandwiches for him and John B.  
The shop was technically closing for the day as it was so you took the time to count the till down and lock the money in the safe at the back of the store. John B was busy on his phone when you came back out and there were still no sandwiches, JJ behind the counter with all the ingredients spread out before him. You wanted to wipe down the counters or do something else that would distract you from the absolutely lost look on his face and from caving and making the sandwiches for him.  
The worst thing about working with JJ was the fact that you always seemed to cave to him. You weren’t sure what it was about him or what that said about you but the moment he asked you to do something for him and flashed a sad look your way you could feel your resolve breaking. He was an idiot and he made everything somehow have ten extra steps but you liked working with him and you were gullible enough to always bail him out when he was on the verge of making a mistake.  
You heard yourself talking before you could stop yourself, “did you die? What’s happening?”  
JJ looked over at you, still looking hopelessly confused, “I can’t remember the order of the sandwich. Is it bacon, lettuce, cheese, tomato, bread, repeat? Or is it lettuce, tomato, bacon, cheese, bread, repeat? Or is it-” 
“It’s a sandwich JJ,” you laughed, walking passed John B (still on his phone) and went over to JJ. “Like, it’s really just a sandwich, it doesn’t matter the order.” 
He sighed, leaning against the counter and looking over at you, “can you do it, please?” He almost whined and you bit your bottom lip to stop from laughing at him.  
“JJ, you’re supposed to be learning how to do this...I mean, what if I’m not on shift or something?” You asked, already starting to work on the first sandwich.  
“Don’t even joke about that.” He replied, “I fucking hate working when you aren’t here.” 
“Really?” You knew you looked surprised, “I figured you didn’t like working with me.”  
JJ had started on the other sandwich while you were doing the first, following the same steps as you and easily finishing it, no confusion or issue now that you were standing right there helping him.  
“No way, I might’ve told my uncle to only schedule me with you,” he admitted, a grin slowly spreading on his face. “Thanks for helping.” Before you could fully process what he said, JJ grabbed the plates and kissed you on the cheek before walking over to John B and putting them down on the counter.   
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