#fair game chasing cars

[ultralightpoe]

Tiktok Trouble- Jake Seresin

Authors Note: Let me know if you like this, might do more 

Warning: Allusions to smexy times 

Word count:1519

Description: You learn you like pranking your husband....tiktok likes it too. 

Enjoy!

It starts off with you being pissed at your husband, Jake. 

To be fair it wasn’t his fault. You both had planned a date night but he had been caught up helping fix a jet at work, so he called you and told you he would be missing the night. So although you were angry, you weren’t super angry. 

But you were just a little upset and took to watching tiktok instead of the date, and that is where you came up with the idea……the perfect prank.  You made dinner, making sure to set out a plate for him when he texted you he was heading home, moving to jump into the shower once you heard his car in the driveway. 

You knew he would be upset but you had to set it all up, so you started the water and soon enough you heard him calling for you. When he got no response from downstairs he came up and opened your bedroom door. “Sugar?”

“Just in the shower!” You call. 

“Right now? Did you eat already?” He asks, trying to open the door. “Is it locked?”

“I ate! I just wanna shower.” You laugh and hear him give a dramatic sigh before making a kiss sound and disappearing. You finish your shower and rush to dress, waiting for him to come in and get ready for bed. 

You wait until Jake is ready for bed, just down to his boxers as usual, crawling in and then you move to the dresser. 

“What you doing ,sugar?” He calls, not looking as he tries to find his phone charger while you set up your phone to record. Once you are sure he won’t notice you give the camera a small thumbs up before heading over to the bed and grabbing your pillow. “Sugar?”

Jake watches, eyebrows pinched together as you fluff it before grabbing a blanket, he sits up quickly when you go to leave. “Y/n, what’s goin’ on here?”

“I just kinda want to sleep on the couch.” You shrug, giving him a small smile. 

“....Okay?” He looks confused but gets up as well, snatching his pillow and moving to you. “We can have a little movie night-”

“No no, I just kinda want to sleep by myself.” You laugh, kissing his cheek, a small amount of guilt filling you when he looks like a kicked puppy. 

“But…but…” He looks to the bed, then back to you, then back to the bed…..then back to you. “I promise I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m there!”

“Bubs, I just wanna spend the night by myself-” You don’t get to finish the sentence before he is snatching the blanket and pillow and storming past you. “Where are you going?!”

“To set up downstairs. I never sleep without you-” You break then, laughing your butt off which makes him gasp. 

“I’m so confused right now.”

“Bubs, it was a tiktok idea.” You explain, pointing to the camera and moving to shut it off as he gasps dramatically. 

“You were pranking me?!”

“Duh.” You giggle, turning to look at him and his eyes squint as a smug smile covers his features. 

“Y/n? Sugar? Bubs? Light of my life?” 

“Yeah……”

“I’m going to ruin you.” You barely get a second to squeal and rush across the bed before he can catch you, the game of chase underway.

—----------------

You had posted the video, and it got popular fast. 

Which wasn’t a shocker considering you already knew how handsome your husband was and everyone else was more than willing to say the same. Him only being in boxers definitely helped.  But everyone began sending in ideas and you just couldn’t help yourself. 

The next prank came a week later. 

You had set up your phone to film at the window in front of the sink, pretending to do the dishes as soon as you heard the front door. 

“Sugar?! I am homeEeeEE.” 

“Doing dishes - OW OW OW!” You act hurt, pretending your hand is stuck in a travel bottle as he rushes in, dropping his keys and glasses on the way.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He panics, rushing in to check you. You show him the bottle, doing your best to look like you are in pain. 

“Shit- under the water, put it under the water.” He rushes out, moving you to the sink and turning on the water to try and get your hand out. “Just relax, relax relax relax.”

“Let’s try soap-” You offer, taking your hand out of the cup to grab some soap and shove it back in. He nods, reaching over you to grab the bottle and add more, kissing your forehead in a soothing manner before his eyebrows shoot up and he steps back. 

“Wait-” You die laughing then, taking your hand out of the cup as he rolls his eyes. “Oh come on! Low blow even for you.”

He’s laughing too, and you can’t breathe at this point. “That….that was…..so funny-” You collapse to your knees cackling as he finds the camera and leans forward to look into it. 

“I regret getting married.” He laughs, turning off the water before flicking your forehead and walking to go pick up the things he had dropped to get to you. “I want a divorce!”

The clip ends with you just cackling. 

—------------------

Your weekly date night had come up, and you felt like being a really cute wife…..partly. 

He was sitting on your shared bed watching some youtube videos on fixing sinks (yours wasn’t broken so you honestly had no clue why) and he had left you alone in the bathroom to do your makeup, perfectly content to just be near you. 

You shut the door, murmuring that you were going to the bathroom which he hummed to and once the door was shut you began recording yourself. Doing your best not to laugh as you took a lip liner and overlined your lips….. Like a lot. 

You had to take a second to reign in your giggles before you were heading out to where he was laying on the bed, shuffling until you were kneeling in between his legs, they came up to wrap around you instantly as he kept watching his video. 

“Bubs.” You smile, waiting. He hums in acknowledgement, one eyebrow raising as he listens but doesn’t look. “Bubs-”

“Yeah sugarpi- holy crap.” His face turns to one of shock when he looks at you finally, eyebrows shooting up as one hand covers his mouth. 

“I watched this makeup video while you were gone,” You smile, flipping your hair. “I think I like it.”

“You….. o-okay.” He smiles, clearing his throat. “It… wow.”

“Wow? Like stunning wow?” You ask, doing a little pose. 

“Sure. Yeah. That.” He smiles, trying to be supportive. “Hey, how about we stay in tonight?”

“Really?” 

“Yeah…yeah for sure. I just- you just look so good I want to keep you to myself-” He smiles, leaning up to kiss your cheek. You laugh at that, allowing him to kiss you before he sits up and swipes at your lips. “Love the lip shade….But sugar?”

“Yeah bubs?”

“Can… can I be honest for a second?” 

“Of course?”

“You look like a bee stung your lips.” You break at that, once again cackling and he looks very worried. “I don’t wanna be the ass but-”

“I’ll remove the lipstick. Just get ready to go you dork.” You laugh, kissing his lips and walking off.

—--------------------

“Alright, I’m gonna head out. You need anything?” Jake asks, dressed in his errand clothes with his sunglasses on his head while he pulls the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. 

You give in easily, moaning a little before pulling back. “Oh bubs, your lips are chapped.”

“What?” He laughs, moving up to touch his lips and smack them. 

“Yes. Here.” You dig through your purse and pull out the chapstick that you had already replaced with lipstick. He smiles at you, kissing your forehead before generously applying it over his lips and smacking them. 

Naval Aviator Jake Seresin…..wearing bright red lipstick. …… amazing. 

He smiles at you, a big cheesy smile, and kisses you once more before strutting to the door. He does his little butt wiggle when he reaches the door that makes you laugh before he disappears through the door. 

Once he is gone you turn and wink to the camera. 

He gets back an hour later, you hear the front door slam and him call your name. You immediately turn your camera on, walking to the stairs and walking down them. 

“Yeah bu-”

“Do not bub me right now.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I ran into Maverick at the store.”

You crack out into laughter, covering your face as he glares. 

“That’s it. Pranking time is over. Your ass better be in those sheets naked by the time I get up there!” He snaps and you stand straight, heat traveling you. “3…2….” You don’t need to be told twice.

Comments: 

“Honestly mom and dad”

“Can you adopt me????”

“Tell him to take his top off!”

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[iamfuckingsorry]

i'm sorry but like. i played the game for the first time like a month ago (and it absolutely wrecked me, it was beautiful), and i just can't stop thinking about this and i need to get it out. but like, kim, what the fuck is the deal with kim?

like, he's just such a weird little man with such a weird little collection of character traits, but also he's just so fucking perfect.

like, kim. he spent 15 years being a cop in a department he fucking hated but he just stuck it out. he is so done with teens he basically refuses to speak to them unless he absolutely has to, but he still spent 15 fucking years in that section, refusing to give up. he's proud to be a revacholian and to protect the city now, but did he feel this way when he joined the RCM? or did he join to prove to everyone that even a monkey fucker like him could be revacholian? or did he join because he got kicked out of the orphanage he grew up at and didn't have anywhere else to go? or was there a different reason altogether?

and look at him now. he's presumably one of the best cops in his precint (i'm sure he mentions something about this early on in the game but i honestly can't remember), and one that seems to mostly play fair and genuinely care, which doesn't seem to be that common at all. and he's proud of this and strives to always be professional and calm and collected even if he doesn't always fully manage. he keeps himself in check first and foremost, and seems to try to keep everyone at an arm's length and not engage in personal discussions, even though he will often indulge harry if directly asked.

and so far it all makes sense, right? he's been treated like shit all throughout his life, dealt a fairly shitty hand, an orphan, an immigrant, a homo, possibly visually impaired (has he always needed glasses? was he able to get them as a broke-ass kid with no one to speak on his behalf? or did he grow up never able to see properly, struggling in school because he could never read the board or react in time when people threw shit at him, made fun of by both teachers and classmates?), mocked and ridiculed, and he's had to fight hard to get to where he is now. and he desperately needs to keep it this way, so he works hard and sticks to the rules and keeps his distance from people, and he puts a stop to everyone and everything that people could make fun of (no, harry, you will /not/ call me kimball, you will call me Lt kitsuragi, no, harry, you will /not/ tell anyone about the ice bear fridge, i will /not/ be known as the ice bear cop). but he's also mostly a genuinely nice and compassionate person and he really cares, as long as people are at least trying to do good.

but also…

he basically wears period cosplay to work. like. for real, he clearly wears his fucking pilot jacket so often that having the RCM insignia sewn onto it was the most logical choice. he is so obviously into planes and cars (but he's too blind to be a pilot :), do you think he used to hate himself as a kid not only because he was poor and abandoned by everyone and "an immigrant" but also because not even his own fucking body would let him be what he wanted to be), he has an extremely expensive vehicle that's his, his only, and not even really needed for the stuff he does at work the majority of the time. he clearly had to have a chat with his boss at some point in time and justify this purchase and why the car should be permanently assigned to him and him only, and even if i'm sure he had a bunch of actual reasons you can't convince me that his boss and all of his colleagues weren't all aware that really, he just wanted a fast fucking car and had an excuse to get it. and clearly the higher ups like him enough to indulge him, because surely no one would be actually fooled? why would a crime investigator get it and not, like, the fucking traffic guys chasing drunk drivers and illegal racers every night?

and like, in some ways he fucking owns it, doesn't seem to give a fuck, he's who he is and if people don't like it that's not his problem. but he's also embarassed about listening to that fucking radio station. but he also drives a sports car and wears driving gloves and a pilot jacket, of course he's listen to that fucking radio station. but then he also does newspaper crosswords. like, he seems to put a into maintaining this facade of professionality, but he also really doesn't fucking care when it comes to a lot of the stuff, it's great. except for the extremely random stuff that he does care about and can get extremely flustered about momentarily.

and it feels really out of character in a way. he works so hard on keeping himself in check at all times, representing the RCM in a good light and making sure both him and others get treated with the respect they deserve. he smokes one cigarette a day to keep proving to himself he can keep his vices in check, for fuck's sake. but then it's like he just picked one (1) part of his personality where he just went like, fuck it. Fuck it, I work hard for this shit and I deserve to do what I want sometimes too, and this one fucking thing is innocent enough and safe enough, and I don't give a fuck, I deserve /one fucking thing/ and I'm gonna get it. I'm getting the goddamn jacket and the Kineema and if people have a problem with that, they can go fuck themselves. I /need/ this one thing and I. Am. Getting. It.

(it's clearly a big part of his personality, but do you think there were other massive interests in the past, or maybe there still are others he isn't as open about with? Things he thinks would undermine his career and reputation? Past hobbies he abandoned because if anyone found out, that would be the end of his career at the RCM, even though for anyone else who wasn't a stupid fucking immigrant who can't even see right it would be a funny little detail?)

anyway.

i'm just like. stay the way you are, my weird little man. you're great.

#disco elysium #DE #kim kitsuragi #rant #i'm sure this isn't even very in character #but i just #arghh #i need to talk about this okay #herr's personal tag

[marvelsswansong]

hey, could you do some sort of oneshot where eddie and the reader are like acquaintances, but he flirts with her and compliments her and everything and she always gets all blushy and flustered and then he asks her out eventually

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

tags: Eddie x fem!reader, Eddie is bad at asking you out but good (?) at flirting, cheesy pick up lines, went for a more friends to lovers trope, humor, Steve kicking sense into Eddie

☆ word count: 2.3K+ ☆

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

𝟬𝟭: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆

You burst through Eddie's trailer door so fast you're afraid you've ripped the damn thing off of its hinges, creaky metal swinging in the wind behind you as you look for the familiar sight of Eddie. He called you over, voice frantic and fraught with worry over the telephone - "you have to come over right now, there's no time to explain" - and you practically threw the house phone down before hopping into your car in just gym shorts and an oversized sweater.

"Eddie? EDDIE-" you yell, before you hear a muffled groan emitting from his room. His room is empty upon first glance, save for a mound of blankets moving in the middle of his bed. You can see peeks of brown curls poking out from the mess of sheets, before Eddie pops his head out from the pile of fabric, face scrunched up in pain.

"Oh my god, Eddie, what's wrong?"

You sit down next to him in a hurry, backpack falling to the floor with your hands coming up to grasp at his cheeks to turn his head sideways to examine him up close. You're mid-way through checking his temperature with one hand whilst also surveying his neck and shoulders for visible discololoration or markings when the pained expression on his face melts away into a boyish grin. And something about the sudden easiness in his posture and the mischievous glint in his amused eyes tells you that he isn't really sick.

"I've fallen for you and I can't get up." he jokes, breaking the tension in the room. Your hands fall to your side immediately, face twisting into a scowl as you grab the closest thing to you - one of his pillows - and smack him right in the chest. He doubles over at that impact, his smile only slightly apologetic as he looks back up at you through a fit of chuckles.

"I know, bunny, I'm sorry-" he starts, but you don't even let him finish.

"You told me it was a medical emergency, Munson." you spit, unimpressed as you stand back up and sling your bag over your shoulder. "I even brought first aid supplies and everything." you add, crossing your arms over your chest. Eddie pouts at that like a puppy.

"And it's really sweet that you care. But I reallyyyyy needed to see you. Is that so bad?" he teases, shaking his mound of blankets off. You roll your eyes.

"Then why didn't you just ask to hang out at the arcade or something like a normal friend?" you question, feet tapping on the floor impatiently, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. The metalhead doesn't seem the least bit bothered, ring clad hands tearing open a nearby bag of chips in the midst of the conversation.

"Not as... dramatic." he comments, speech impaired by chewing.

"Bye Eddie." you reply, monotone and unimpressed.

"Wait wait wait-" he chases you down before you can exit his trailer, however, the bag of chips left forgotten as he quickly swings his jean jacket over his shoulder. "We can still go to the arcade. You know, since I made you come all the way out here."

You sigh, biting your lower lip, before giving in.

"Fine. But you're paying for the first five games, deal?"

He lets out a slow whistle at that.

"Five games? You're going to make me bankrupt, (Y/n). But fine, fair deal."

𝟬𝟮: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁

"Next please!" you yell out, not looking up at who the next customer is as your hands are busy tying the apron behind your back.

It's a hectic Friday morning and the rush-hour traffic has meant you're up to your neck in coffee orders and agitated customers. Once the mom in front of you finishes paying for her drink and you look up, you're left to stare at Eddie's face, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"Eddie?" you can't believe your eyes.

"Hi princess." he flirts, leaning forward onto the counter. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I work here and you knew that, Eds." you deadpan, opening the cash register. "So what'd you want?" you ask, poking him in the arm with your index finger to get him to back off of the counter.

"Woah, woah, hostile much? You should remember that the customer is always right." is Eddie's dramatic response, placing a hand on his chest in faux shock.

You groan into your hands, though you can't help but let the slightest smidge of a smile curl at the ends of your lips at the much needed entertainment.

"As fun as it is to have you annoy me-"

"I'm taking that as a compliment." he cuts in, smirking.

"If you're not gonna order anything I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." you retort, raising your eyebrows.

He pouts, but obliges, picking up the plastic menu and quickly scanning the items.

"Hm... are you on the menu?" he then asks, leaning in close to you. You flick him on the forehead teasingly, giving him a chastising glance.

"Pick a damn drink or something, Munson."

"I'll get whatever is your favorite on the menu, thank you very much."

Scribbling the drink down onto a notepad, you pass off the pink slip of paper to your co-worker before smirking at Eddie.

"You just dug your own grave, rockstar." you warn. "My favorite drink here is the caramel latte."

His face sours in disgust and he sticks his tongue out.

"Ugh. You know I fucking hate the taste of caramel."

You shrug, amused.

"Not my fault. You said whatever was my favorite drink here. That's my favorite. That'll be $3.50, thank you very much."

Eddie chuckles under his breath, shaking his head sideways about how you were "one hell of a saleswoman" before handing you a $5 and telling you to keep the change as a tip. When you call for Eddie to pick up his drink later, you tell him he doesn't have to drink it if he doesn't want to, feeling a bit bad for him.

But the metalhead simply winks at you and says "if it's your favorite, princess, I'll finish it." Eddie ends up sitting at the back of the cafe to drink the latte, face scrunching up in between each pained and slow sip, making you almost burst out laughing numerous times.

But he finishes the drink as promised and you've never seen him look any damn prouder when he brings you an empty cup with a huge smile on his face.

"Told you I'd finish it for you." he boasts, practically flexing his chest out. You don't have any smart quips to retort with because something about having Eddie finish the caramel latte - even when he hates the taste of caramel, because it's your favorite drink - makes your heart warm.

Plus, you admit internally, you're pretty impressed.

𝟬𝟯: 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘀

"Hi Dustin! Hi Lucas! Ready to go inside?" you ask excitedly, gesturing to the glittering poster for Evil Dead hanging up above. You're the last one to arrive for movie night at the cinema, with Eddie and the freshman duo already having arrived long before you. "Sorry I was late, by the way."

But the freshman boys don't seem to mind your tardiness - if anything, they seem relieved that you've finally arrived, Lucas shooting you a wide grin.

"Don't worry about it, seriously, because we, uh, actually have to leave." Lucas messily gets out, with Dustin fervently nodding behind his friend. You frown, confused.

"Really? Did something change?"

You don't notice Dustin shoving multiple $10 notes into his back pocket - having been paid off by Eddie mere minutes ago to go off to the arcade with Lucas so the metalhead could watch the horror movie alone with you - as the curly haired boy cuts in, forced apologetic smile on his face.

"Yeah, it's a real shame too because we were looking forward to it. Oh well, see you around, (Y/n) and Eddie! Have a good night!"

"Wha-"

Before you can even finish your sentence the boys run off to their bicycles and start cycling away, leaving you to stare at their retreating figures in confusion. You're still puzzled when you turn around to stare at Eddie, whose knowing smile quickly shifts into a neutral expression upon meeting your gaze.

"That was weird, right?" you question, hugging the lapels of your jacket closer towards your figure. Eddie nods quickly, hands sticking into his jean pockets.

"Yeah, super weird. Oh well. Ready for Evil Dead?" he jokes, offering one of his arms for you to take. You giggle at that, nodding.

"Ever so the gentleman... If I get nightmares from this tonight, by the way, I'm blaming you." you warn him, pointing the paper ticket crumbled in your hand towards him. He just smiles at that, waving off your concerns.

"If you get too scared, you're totally welcome to sleep over at my place. I'll keep my bed toasty and warm for you all night." he winks and you smack him in the chest weakly, rolling your eyes.

"Alright, casanova, relax."

The two of you run into Steve and Robin once inside the cinema, who also turns out were there to see Evil Dead. Since the screening room is basically empty (and much to Eddie's dismay) you invite the best friend duo to sit next to you and Eddie, so through the whole screening your attention is divided between the movie and joking alongside Steve.

Robin notices all the jealous looks Eddie keeps on throwing Steve, smirking in between mouthfuls of popcorn whilst Eddie nearly crushes the coke bottle in his hands when you laugh a little *too* hard at one of Steve's comments.

"Is everything alright, Eddie?" you ask him during one of the calmer scenes, leaning over to whisper into his ear. It causes goosebumps to rise across his arms and a chill to travel down his spine, his brain on overdrive at how good you smell from his proximity, mind scrambling for a response.

"Y-yeah. Everything's great. Just awesome."

You cock your head sideways at that, not fully convinced, but you sip on your soda and you're distracted once more when Steve pulls at the sleeves of your jacket to point out another stupid scene.

Eddie mopes for the rest of the night silently, not liking that you're giving Steve more attention than him.

𝟬𝟰: 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆

You wake to the sound of someone (noticably and loudly) tapping their knuckles against your window, the knocks only getting louder as you stir in your sleep. You groan, turning sideways to stare at the clock - it's two in the morning on a Tuesday - before flicking on your bedside lamp.

Turns out, Eddie's the one perched outside your window, one arm awkwardly bent behind his back as he waves at you through the glass. He's precariously balancing on the slanted rooftop as you rush to throw open the window for him, eyes wide in panic.

"Oh my god Eddie, did you fucking climb up here? You could've hurt yourself!" you scold him quietly, making sure to still whisper since everyone else in the neighborhood is still be sleeping. He only grins half-apologetic at that, lanky limbs stretching to carefully climb into your bedroom.

"Nah, it was nothing. Though I gotta admit it was kinda hard to climb up to the second story of your house with this on my other hand-" the tall boy groans out, shoving a bouquet of pink and white roses into your hands. You take the flowers cautiously, butterflies fluttering in your chest when your warm fingers brush up against his cold ones when doing so.

"Eds, what... what is all this?" you question, sitting back on your bed.

Gone is the usual confident, obnoxious persona and wicked smile to match. No, instead , Eddie is (for the first time you've ever seen him like this) nervous. Shifting on his feet awkwardly, not really meeting your gaze, dusted pink cheeks.

"I... I know we've been hanging out a lot the past few weeks-" he stammers.

"Rather involuntarily, but sure." you comment jokingly, making him awkwardly laugh.

"Right. Uh, I thought I was being real sly and cool by not directly asking you out and instead flirting with you with cheesy pick up lines and tons of compliments and excuses to get us alone but..." he pauses, tight smile on his face as he lets out a shaky breath. "I kind of realized recently that maybe that's not the way to go about things."

He's rambling, left hand idly toying with a stray hem of his jeans.

"Oh?" you raise your eyebrows.

"Y-yeah. But I believe Harrington's exact words were stop acting like a third grader who puts glue in the hair of the girl he has a crush on and just ask her out like an adult." Eddie scrunches his face and badly mimicks Steve's voice, causing you to giggle. The metalhead then straightens up, sheepish smile adorning his nervous face when he approaches you, knees right up to the bed. "So... uh... do you want to go on a date some time? A proper date."

You sigh, crossing your legs over one another whilst leaning back on your arms.

"And here I was thinking that all the times we were out together the past few weeks were already dates."

His eyes widen at that admission and he practically runs to sit next to you on the bed.

"Oh yeah! If you want to, they can totally be, I just wasn't sure if you thought of them as dates because I kind of did but we never called it that and I never really asked-"

He's rambling again and it's endearing, but you also haven't been able to tear your eyes off from how his tongue periodically peeks out of his chapped lips after every sentence to wet his very kissable lips. So you have to swing your legs over him, caging him in between your thighs as you place your hands on his face to redirect his attention to solely you.

"Just shut up and kiss me, won't you?"

He immediately quiets at that, signature smirk back on his face.

"Yes ma'am." he mock salutes you before diving in for a fierce kiss, finally fulfilling the fantasy that's been playing in his head for a month straight.

Except you feel - and taste - much better than what he'd imagined. Pillowy and smooth lips, aftertaste of your mint honey toothbrush, soft delicate hands trailing around his neck. He's already burning this memory into his mind for later, electricity jolting up and down his veins at the intimate contact.

"Can I stay over?" he asks you after pulling away, breathless.

"Sure."

"Is... this okay?" he asks you quietly, having stripped down to just his boxers to snuggle up right next to you in bed, his arms circling around your waist. His skin is slightly cold against yours but it's perfect, his earthy scent already lulling you to sleep.

"Yeah." you breathe out into the darkness, content. A few beats of silence pass before the thought appears in your head.

"This better not be the date you just asked me out on." you threaten, opening one eye.

You feel his body reverberate with a chuckle, his lips shakily pressing down onto your hairline.

"Don't worry, princess. I'll make sure our first official date is really special."

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[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 43)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (2)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**This one broke me to write...**))

Jordan looked at the multiple missed messages and calls from Leah. It surprised her, to be fair. She’d never seen Leah so persistent. She felt bad for not replying, of course, but it had only been a day, and tomorrow was game day. She needed to sleep, so put her phone on her beside table and laid down, drifting off due to stress more than anything else.

*Dream*

“Jordan!”

Jordan’s head turned towards the noise in the other room.

“My apartment is not that big so she should be able to hear me. Jordan!”

Jordan wandered towards the noise. “Yeah?”

She stuck her head in the room to see Leah in front of her phone, on her live with Alex Scott. They bantered a little between the two before Leah turned to Jordan and grinned as she entered the room. “You’re getting a lot of requests.”

“Get Jordan in the live stream!” Alex said through the phone.

Jordan was hesitant, nervous of live videos as they were just that. Live. Leah shuffled over as she saw Jordan approaching, giving her a look that was amused at her obvious nerves.

“Here she is, here she is!” Alex gushed excitedly and Jordan gave an excuse as she ducked down into view of the camera. She smiled and could feel the red in her cheeks.

She gave an awkward wave to the camera. “Hello! Give us a chair then.” The last part was directed at Leah who stood and gave her chair to her, finding another one elsewhere.

“You know, sometimes you need to like, have a break from your work and then you’ll go back fresh.”

“This is the first time ever I’m trying to do work.”

Leah chuckled at that and sat down, deliberately sitting so close that their arms were against each other. It was Leah’s way of supporting Jordan knowing just how nervous she was. As the conversation went on, Jordan became more aware of just how many people were watching and tried to control those nerves. Below the camera’s view, Leah’s hand found her thigh, which immediately stopped her leg unconsciously bouncing, and her thumb stroked her slowly which calmed her. She leant more into Leah.

Jordan had a few dreams that night. All of Leah. Car rides, dates, nights at home, their little arguments that they had for fun. Training together, living together, cooking together, sharing a life and planning for the future. Blu chasing Leah around their apartment. Leah always being the first at her side when she fell on the pitch. Leah’s lips…

*Dream*

“Is this okay?” Leah whispered, a little breathless.

Jordan nodded and responded just as breathless. “Yeah…”

Leah’s lips met hers for the first time and Jordan couldn’t help but give a little whimper at how soft and gentle they were. Leah’s hand cupped her cheek and Jordan had no clue what hers were doing as the only thing she could think of were Leah’s lips and how they moved against her own. They moved together, explored together, heads tilting and breathing into each other. When their tongues touched, a shiver ran up her spine to her neck and creeped around into a blush.

‘I love you.’ She remembered thinking. ‘I love you. I love you. I love you.’ Jordan hadn’t said it to her right then, but she’d known it for a while and that kiss solidified it for her. She hadn’t said it until weeks after Leah had for the first time. Leah had taken initiative for a lot of their relationship, to be fair, and although Jordan was sleeping, those memories made that hole in her heart feel so much emptier.

“No Jordan.” She mumbled to herself. “Don’t you remember what she did…?”

*Dream*

“W…Why?” Jordan sobbed, tears down her face.

“We’re both adults Jordan, I think we’ve known this was coming for a while.” Leah was stoic and her face unchanged. It was so unlike her.

Jordan hadn’t felt that at all. “I didn’t know…” she whispered, her tissue dabbing at her eyes dejectedly. She knew Leah had been under stress, but she thought they were happy.

“If this is about me being on the bench-”

“-it’s not.” She cut off harshly. She closed her eyes and Jordan wondered what she was thinking. When she opened her eyes, they were glazed over and she spoke as if reciting a speech. “We aren’t in love with each other anymore. This is all just habit. We both knew this was going to be hard, but we need to just rip the bandage off.”

Leah spoke for the both of them as if trying to convince Jordan of what she said. But it wasn’t true.

“But I am still in love with you…” she whispered, unsure how she was able to get the words out between sobs.

Leah’s eyes flashed to hers and her demeanour broke, her body swaying back and forth as she fought her emotions. Her eyes were red as she fought her tears.

“Don’t do this, Leah.”

“I don’t have a choice.”

Jordan could see in her eyes that she actually believed that, but she took it the wrong way. She assumed she meant that she didn’t love her anymore, that she was breaking her heart because she’d been so unhappy for so long and Jordan hadn’t known. So Jordan sobbed and nodded, accepting that Leah didn’t want her anymore. Blu in one arm and her last duffle over her shoulder, she walked out of Leah’s apartment.

“Take care of yourself Leah.”

If only Jordan knew the actual reason Leah had lied..

Jordan bolted upright in her bed, realising she’d been crying in her sleep. Why wouldn’t the memories just disappear? She looked at the time. 2am. Jordan didn’t dream much at all, so she was dazed and confused for a little before she forced herself out of bed. She padded out to the kitchen for some water. Blu walked over sleepily, confused because Jordan was out of bed.

“It’s okay little man, I’ll be okay.”

She picked him up and they settled on the couch together, Blu wrapped up in her arms as she pulled a blanket over them and they drifted to sleep again.

*Dream*

“All I’ve ever known of Arsenal is Jordan since I’ve been here.” Leah said. It was the last time Jordan and Leah had seen each other besides from a distance in Jordan’s last days at Arsenal. They hadn’t spoken since, and now it seemed like the final goodbye. Jordan’s decision to leave Arsenal had come after their break-up and although she’d made the decision alone, she had seen Leah’s regretful eyes boring into her from afar every day since she’d announced it. “Along with a few others, Jordan is one of the reasons that we are still at the top level today and the reason that we’re still competing for trophies. Without her staying when a lot of other people didn’t, this club would have…would have been very different today and I just think it’s important as players and as fellow teammates but also just professionally to recognise what Jordan has actually done for us. She’s literally given heart and soul for Arsenal from minute one until the end and I just think if I had a legacy like that to leave behind then I’d be very proud of it, but also just to be respected from my teammates and I know how much and I want to say on behalf of everybody because we all respect you so much and to lose you…yeah… feels like a bit of Arsenal is leaving as well so I just think I want to say on behalf of everybody, but from me as well, that you’re obviously a legend.”

Leah spoke fast, to avoid breaking down as she spoke. Jordan heard the emotion coming through as her voice wavered. Leah was never emotional when she spoke, so it hit harder than usual. Her words were so kind and final, it really did feel like the end. Jordan was continuously wiping her never-ending tears away with the cuff of her jumper as she listened. Katie rubbed her arm beside her as she wiped her own tears away.

For most of her speech, Leah wasn’t looking at Jordan, her eyes only flickering her way sometimes. Right now, however, her full attention was on her.

“I’m actually getting upset which is hard.” She admitted, her hand over her heart and a soft laugh to cover her pain.

They all clapped as Jordan stood teary eyed and accepted the bouquet of flowers that was almost the size of her. She felt movement behind her and turned towards Leah who gripped an arm around her shoulders tightly, pulling her close.

“I’m going to miss you.” She said just soft enough for Jordan to hear. “I’ll always be proud of you.”

Her head dipped down and Jordan was unsure if her lips touched her shoulder, but she didn't care in that moment. All she felt was loss and pain. Her partner, and now her club. Leah backed away and Jordan knew she had to speak then.

“Um…I did think I was going to leave by just saying hi, bye and grabbing my bags,” she joked as she put down the flowers. “…so I have absolutely no words. Um…obviously Arsenal’s just been like not just football but my home for twelve years and I think I’ve met some of the best people in my life at this club.” She barely managed to get the words out, stumbling over the last as she fought a sob, Katie’s expression pushing her over that edge. “Sorry..” Her head fell forwards to stare at the ground in an attempt to ground herself while her hands nervously played with her clothes.

“You can do it.” One of the girls supported.

“Come on.”

She took a deep breath. “I just couldn’t have done it without all of the girls over the years but I think this team have been…like the best team I’ve ever been with. I’ve met best friends for life and wearing that Arsenal shirt is the proudest moment of your life and it’s such a big club that…um you know obviously I’m gutted that I…I won’t been wearing it anymore but…I just love you’s all and I want you to win the league and go smash it…but yeah. Today’s a tough day and I’m sorry that I’m blubbering everywhere.”

She wiped her emotions away again and nodded. Twelve years of her life at Arsenal. Seven years with Leah. That was the end of that.

The doorbell ringing woke Jordan with a start, which in turn woke Blu who began barking.

“It’s okay, mate. We just slept in a little.” She comforted as she scrambled to her bedroom for a hoody as a shirt with no bra didn’t feel like enough. She grabbed her phone on the way out and looked at the multiple messages, missed calls and notifications that lit up her phone. It was a little more than usual, as Leah was still being persistent. She groaned, feeling like she’d had the worst sleep with her ceaseless dreams of memories. The doorbell rang again with knocking this time.

“Coming!!”

She opened the one text message she wanted to on her way to the front door.

YFN: Boarding now. I’ll call you when I land about 11:30am. Love you!

She smiled at that and pocketed her phone as she opened the door. “God, I’m so sorry…” she trailed off as she tried to see who she was talking to, but she couldn't behind the colours.

“Flower delivery, can I come in?”

“Uh…sure…”

Jordan stepped aside as three men in uniforms entered the house with so many different flowers, she didn’t know where to look. She was happy she’d grabbed a hoodie. Blu looked a little distressed at the intrusion, so she picked him up and patted him until he calmed a little. She was unsure who was calming who more.

The delivery men set the flowers up along the kitchen counter, two on the dining table and one on the coffee table.

They smiled as the exited, the last man handing her an envelope on the way out with a smile that said he was happy for her. She followed him to the door and closed it behind him, returning to the now very colourful apartment of hers.

“Well at least the peace lily isn’t alone anymore…” she murmured as she put Blu back down.

She had an idea of who the flowers were from, but the card inside the envelope confirmed it.

Jord,

I made a mistake on Friday night. I knew better, I was just so desperate to have you close again.

That was my fault, and the last fault I’ll make.

I’ll earn your trust and love back, I promise.

I’ll go slow from now on. No more mistakes.

I’m not going anywhere, ever again, unless you ask for it.

I love you. I always have, I always will.

Will you be my date to the GQ awards this coming Friday?

I’ll be not-so-patiently awaiting your reply.

Yours, Leah x

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[talesofesther]

Blue hoodie

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin fell for a girl with a blue hoodie.

Requested by anons: robin and reader being a secret couple and one day robin steals one of reader's hoodies and steves like wait a minute because he saw reader wearing it only a few days before and robin x reader where they are supposed to be studying in the library after school but instead they are making out in the girls bathrooms

A/N: Yeah, I got a bit carried away; can't help myself, Robin is my girl <3.

Masterlist

The cold wind was announcing the inevitable arrival of the winter; leaves were rustling with the breeze in the same direction as the many clouds in the sky.

Robin sat by a lonely swing, dirty sneakers kicking the brown, dead leaves on the ground. The ring on her finger clicked against the chain holding the wooden swing. She was waiting for Steve, who was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago, she wasn't surprised by his delay.

Strands of hair flew in front of her eyes, she hugged her coat closer to herself. Two kids passed by on the street, both on bikes and short-sleeved shirts; she wondered if they felt the cold.

After two more minutes of swinging back and forth, Steve's red car appeared in her line of sight. Robin didn't bother getting up, her bright eyes followed Steve as he opened his door. The day was grey and cold, yet Steve was smiling and talking.

Robin saw the reason why shortly after. The passenger door of his car opened and a girl stepped out.

An annoyed groan escaped Robin, it was supposed to be just them, she'd be giving Steve a piece of her mind later for bringing along whatever girl he was trying to date.

You walked away from the car, falling into step with Steve while stuffing your hands into your hoodie's pockets to try and chase away the cold wind piercing at your skin.

"Hey Robin, sorry we're a bit late, I had to stop by to pick someone up." Steve leaned against one of the wood beams holding Robin's swing, looking at you with a grin.

"You invited me, dude." You playfully frowned at him, hugging yourself and shifting on your stance; your eyes darting momentarily to the pretty girl on the swing.

Steve chuckled, "I hope you don't mind I invited Y/N, you remember I told you about her right? My friend from middle school?"

Robin's gaze focused on you, pursing her lips and instantly loving how the shade of blue of your hoodie complimented your skin. "Yeah, I do remember."

You smiled, an adorable tilt of lips as you walked forward and offered your hand for Robin to shake. Which she did, simultaneously cursing her suddenly sweaty palms.

By the end of that day, after you made Robin laugh like never before, held her hand on the roller coaster of the local fun fair, and kissed her cheek goodbye before climbing onto the car; Robin knew she was a goner.

For the ten months after you two met, you became Robin's safe place.

Funnily enough, you were wearing the same blue hoodie when Robin had the courage to finally kiss you.

It was sleepover night, Robin invited you over with a promise of cool movies, snacks, and games. You sat on her bed, Robin's head resting on your lap while you discussed which band was better.

"I still stand by my choice Buckley, Beatles all the way." You leaned back on your hand, fingers threading through Robin's hair. You had a lazy smile, memorizing how pretty her eyes were, looking up at you under the soft yellow light of her room.

"They are good, Blondie is better though." Robin tugged on the strings of your hoodie, eyes half closed with your soothing touch.

"Only in your world." You whispered, not caring much for the argument anymore.

Robin opened her eyes fully, with a witty reply at the ready that got stuck in her tongue when her gaze found yours already fixed on her. She exhaled sharply, her heart pumping blood much faster than it should; and she thought about how much she wanted to kiss you right now.

"What's stopping you?" asked your quiet voice; and Robin gulped down a massive lump in her throat because the words somehow slipped from her mind and were thrown in the open for you. She was frozen for a moment, her chest hurting from the pressure of her beating heart and body cold with goosebumps.

Until your words downed on her, and Robin was sitting up slowly. Your places on the bed left little to no space between you, Robin could feel your unsteady breathing on her lips and she took a leap of faith when she grasped the collar of your hoodie, pulling your lips towards hers with a passion that could easily pass as true love.

And for the next two months after your first kiss, Robin considered herself the luckiest person in the world for being able to call you hers.

Robin twirled the dark blue string of the hoodie between her fingers, bright and excited eyes fixed on the clock right above the board. She was counting the seconds for the class to just be over already.

There was a tap on her shoulder, breaking her intense stare. Robin looked up, doe eyes meeting rather annoyed ones from her teacher.

"I'm seeing that empty textbook, Ms. Buckley." The older woman raised a neat eyebrow, making Robin duck her head and hurriedly pick up her discarded pen.

She leaned her head on her palm, writing down the equations she was sure she wouldn't be able to finish before class ended. The heels of the teacher clicked against the floor, birds sang outside taunting Robin of the freedom she currently lacked and Christina whispered something to Lindsay two tables in front of Robin's, both girls giggling; yet the only sound Robin wanted to hear was the school's bell.

It's a little stupid, she knows it, waiting so eagerly just to see you as if she hadn't walked through the school's doors this morning with you by her side. But Robin never was the lucky one, she never had anyone before you and her little heart felt like jumping out of her chest every time she smelled the faint scent of your perfume on the hoodie.

It was so unmistakably yours that she could fool her mind into believing it was you hugging her. With light blue color, darker on the sleeves, and a dark silhouette of a cat on the front; you had given it to her this morning. Robin felt butterflies on her stomach upon thinking about the recent memory;

Your hands were warm, cupping Robin's cheeks and making the girl melt against you. "I can't believe you didn't bring an extra coat, it's almost winter Robin, come on." Your tone was half scolding but your smile was a lovesick one.

Robin took a step closer, her eyes darting down to your lips and if it wasn't for the school's student-filled parking lot she'd be kissing you now.

"I was in a rush, Steve was already waiting at my driveway and I didn't even have my pants on."

You chuckled, fingers brushing through Robin's fringe. You shrugged off your hoodie, confident that the wool sweater underneath would keep you warm. "Put this on."

"But, what about you?" Robin pouted, even if the warmth radiating from the soft fabric was tempting.

"I'll be fine, I'm not the one wearing only a thin long sleeve."

Once Robin had your hoodie snuggly around her, the comfort was instant. She was enveloped by the scent of you, wanting nothing more than to have you actually wrapping her up in your arms.

You tugged at the strings and pulled the hood over her head, your heart swelling with how adorable Robin looked. "Better?"

"Much." Robin breathed out, a ringed finger hooking around yours.

"Alright," bringing one hand up, you traced her bottom lip, "let's go then, lovergirl."

The bell finally rang, Robin all but threw her books inside her backpack and rushed out the door. You both agreed to meet up in the library for studying, but Robin suddenly had other plans.

She was running up to your classroom, dodging other students in the school's hallways before her eyes finally landed on your back. She grinned, and without so much of a warning grasped your wrist on one of her hands.

You turned around startled, feeling your body being yanked to the opposite direction you were walking to. "Robin! What-" you recognized the dirt blonde mop of hair that belonged to your girlfriend, but didn't have much time to question her.

The bathroom door opened forcefully, Robin dragging you inside with an eagerness that made laughter escape from you. It was empty, but just to be safe, you were gently pushed inside one of the stalls.

Robin had her back to you as she locked the door, and she had yet to say a word about what this was all about.

"Are you gonna fill me in here?" You raised an eyebrow even if she couldn't see it, letting go of your backpack and placing it on top of the closed toilet lid.

Robin's chest moved quickly with her breathing because of her running from before. She turned to face you, with parted lips and cheeks tainted pink, from the exertion or something else, you couldn't tell. All you knew is that she was absolutely breathtaking, and to prove your point, your lungs forgot how to function.

She dropped her backpack to the floor with no care, walking up to you with her hands already reaching out for you and a look in her eyes that made your knees weak.

Her movements were quick and desperate, as if she was drowning and you were her safe line, her breath of fresh air. Robin cupped your cheeks with both hands, her chest being flushed to yours and inevitably backing you up against the wall.

You only had time to clutch at the fabric of your hoodie around her waist before her lips were hungrily kissing yours. Robin pressed herself to you, no amount of closeness seeming to be enough for her. The kiss was passionate, yet somehow she still managed to be as gentle as ever; her tongue running along your bottom lip before you granted her entrance. One of your hands came up, fingers burying themselves into Robin's hair and you felt more than heard a low moan escaping her.

By the time you were forced to part, both of you were panting heavily. You refused to have more distance between you than necessary, noses bumping together and hands holding on to each other.

Robin's lips were swollen, her gaze was hazy and you had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"I've been wanting to do that since this morning." Robin's voice was an octave lower, the husky tone sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me about it." You grinned widely, sneaking a hand under the hoodie just so you could feel the skin of her lower back, just because you could. You felt goosebumps under your touch, Robin closed her eyes and you pulled her in again.

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The door of Family Video opened with a ding, Robin walked in to start her shift for the day. Steve was already behind the counter, snacking on one of the sweets that stood on display beside him.

"Hey hair," Robin greeted her friend, turning the corner near the red neon sign on the wall to stand beside Steve. She opened her backpack, fishing for her work vest.

Steve chuckled, twirling a returned tape in his hands, "is there uh- is there something you wanna tell me?"

His words made Robin look at him with a deep frown, wondering what on earth he was referring to.

The smirk on Steve's face was knowingly teasing. "Cool hoodie, although I'm pretty sure I know someone who has the exact same one."

Robin crossed her arms over her chest, over your hoodie that she refused to take off; heat crept up her neck and she cursed the feeling. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," Steve mumbled, a huge smile still present as he turned his back to Robin, focusing on stacking up the tapes on the counter.

Running a hand over the soft fabric of the sleeve, Robin smiled to herself, cheeks and heart warmer than ever.

She walked up beside Steve, not meeting his eyes and shifting on her feet. Her tone was adorably proud as she said; "she's stopping by later today."

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[and-claudia]

Against All Odds (Joel Miller x Fem! Reader) Prologue pt.1

Warnings: Cannon Typical graphicness, no Joel in this part, this one is also in 3rd person (that will change in later parts)

Word Count: 1143

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

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September 26th 2003

Giggles filled the air as Yn ran around the backyard with her older brothers. There were six plus her ranging from 18 to 5 with little Yn being the youngest. Scott was the oldest. He was supposed to be in his first year of college down in Austin at the University of Texas, but he decided to take a gap year to help out with his younger siblings. Their parents tried to insist that he go, that this wasn’t his responsibility but he chose to stay. Roy was a grade A student, a Junior at their local high school. His twin, Zeak, was the quarterback of their high school football team. Everyone was excited to go to the Friday night games this fall, even little Yn. She may not understand the game, or why she gets drug all over North Texas every other Friday night, but she knew she was cheering on her brother and that was all she cared about. Chris was a sophomore, he found his passion in the automotive shop at school. He could take apart just about any car and put it right back together again. Marc was a freshman, he was still trying to decide what he wanted to do with his life, which was reasonable for someone his age. He had a knack for math though and could be found most weeknights helping his two younger siblings with their homework, even if one of them was just beginning addition. Alan was the youngest of the boys, and was originally thought to be the youngest of the family. He had a wild imagination and loved to tell stories to his younger sister. Which brings us to the youngest of the bunch, Yn. She was a wild little girl. Her mother had always wanted a baby girl, but was so grateful and completely over the moon with her boys. After Alan she wasn’t expecting any more babies, so when she fell pregnant again and they found it was a girl she was excited. She tried to get Yn to be a girly girl but with six older brothers, it was tough. 

All seven of them were outside today. It was a beautiful day on September 26th, 2003. The feelings of Autumn were finally just starting to inch their way into North Texas with a light breeze that tickled Yn’s arms when she chased after her brothers. 

“Let’s go grab the fishin’ poles and go down the creek! I bet there will be tons of fish!” Roy hollered getting everyone to stop. 

All the boys agreed and so he and Scott went off to find all the poles. 

“Alan! That’s not fair!” Yn whined. 

“Why not bug?” He asked, using her nickname. 

“Pa said I can’t go down there! Says the water gonna swipe me away!” She pouted, crossing her arms. 

“Hey, let's go ask him. Maybe since we’re all going, and the waters lower he’ll let you go. Come on, let's go ask.” He suggested. 

Yn thought for a moment and nodded before dashing towards the house. She threw open the back screen door and almost smack dab into her father who was just about to start making supper. 

“Whoa, killer where’s the fire?” He asked, grabbing her by her shoulders to stop her. 

“Can- I- go to- creek- with them?” She asked between deep breaths. 

Her father thought for a moment and looked to Alan for more information. 

“We’re getting the fishing poles to head down there for a bit. Figured since we’re all going, and the water is low, maybe she can go this time. She’s never been down there before.” He explained. 

“The drought did dry up that creek some… I guess. You mind your brothers though. And you better not get a speck of mud on the dress, or Ma is going to be mad at you.” He said. 

The little girl nodded vigorously. Then she and her brother ran back out and they all began the trek down to the creek. The seven of them spent the afternoon and early evening playing hide and seek, splashing in the water, climbing trees, fishing and just having fun. 

As the sun set they headed back for the house. Once they got there they all washed up and then ate dinner. Yn took her bath and was off to sleep not too soon after. 

Not even 2 hours later, Yn was jolted awake. 

“Come on, I got you shoes already, some clothes. Grab Teddy come on, we gotta go now!” Her oldest brother Scott was yelling at her. 

Yn was drowsy from just waking up and couldn’t understand what was being said. Scott saw this and just opted to scoop her up, grab her teddy bear, and ran out of the house with her as fast as he could. When he got to the stairs he slowed down and peered around the corner. She was occupied for the moment so he took that as his chance to run. He ran down the stairs and out the door, straight to the minivan his dad was already waiting for him in. He got in the backseat with Yn, who was now crying in fear in his arms. The streets were chaos, even in their small town of Canton, Texas. 

Yn was in shock. What had she just seen in their living room? It looked like Ma. But surely it wasn’t right? Ma was in the front seat where she always is. 

Yn looked to the front seat and was confused to see Chris there instead and Zeak in the seat beside them. 

“Where’s Ma?” She asked. 

“She’ll meet up with us later. Her and the rest of your brothers, don’t worry.” Pa said, though his voice sounded sad. 

‘Maybe he’s just sleepy?’ Yn thought to herself, it was the middle of the night after all. 

Her mind drifted back to the figure in the living room. It was hovering over something… no not something… someone. She would recognize  Alan’s bleached hair anywhere… and beside him… she knew that it was Roy and Marc. She wasn’t sure how but she just knew. And despite what her father had said, despite her age, she knew that Ma and her brothers wouldn’t be meeting back up with them. 

Deep down she knew that what she had seen was her Ma, well what used to be her Ma biting Alan, killing him. And she knew that she had already done the same to Roy and Marc. If it wasn’t for Scott she probably would’ve been one of the next ones to meet that same fate. 

Yn knew that something had happened and it would change a lot, but no one was prepared for the hell that had just been unleashed on the world, nor if they would even survive it. 

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[headfullofpresley]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟓𝟎𝐬!𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: teeth rottin' fluff, make out sesh. kinda long but 50s!el is my baby boy.

A/N: since my brain is chaotic with fic ideas most of the time and i'm too lazy to write all of them out, i decided to give headcanons a lil try ;). lately i haven't been quite in the mood for smut or anything naughty naughty, so enjoy this piece of softness. 💗

you can imagine elvis to be famous or not, up to you!

Lots of dates.

Mostly initiated by you because you come up with ideas where to go, but he loves it.

The both of you would spend too much money on new clothes and records. He loved shopping as much as you did.

Picking out outfits for each other and showcasing them, driving the sales person crazy because you'd hog the fitting rooms for hours.

MATCHING OUTFITS! (i will simply pass away)

It's usually the colors that you'd match together, but he liked buying the exact same thing as well - mostly shirts and jackets.

Doesn't like it, but would carry the shopping bags and your purse if you'd ask.

Listening to new music that recently came out at record stores. This is definitely a weekly activity.

Diner dates!!!

Sharing a milkshake with two straws, because you're cheesy like that.

He always lets you have the cherry on top of the whipped cream.

Flipping a coin to decide who will pick the next song on the jukebox.

Most of the time you'll stay until closing time, unless you two have plans to hang out with friends that evening.

DRIVE IN DATES.

You'll go see whatever movie is popular at the time, not caring what genre it is because the both of you don't care about the movie at all.

You two will watch the first half hour, until the snacks are gone and you're all over each other.

It stays with just kissing on most nights at the drive in, but sometimes he'll mention the blanket he has in his trunk and you'll allow him to get what he wants.

Because even though you're a little shy about doing stuff in public, you want him just as bad and can rarely resist him.

THE MEMPHIS FAIR, BABY!

You can spend hours and hours at the fair.

Riding the same rides over and over again, stuffing your face with food, spending way too much money on games to win prizes.

He refuses to leave the fairgrounds until he won you at least one big prize.

You were just as happy with the smaller stuffed animals, but he had his mind set on a huge panda bear and you knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of it.

He won it, ofcourse he did, and carried it to the car for you.

He put the bear on a chair that stood near your wardrobe in your bedroom, making sure it faced the bed.

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward whenever the two of you were intimate and the bear was right there, staring back at you.

On nights when Elvis wouldn't be staying over, you'd turn the panda around so you would actually be able to get some rest without feeling creeped out.

Road tripssss!

In either his Pink Cadillac or Cadillac Eldorado. Your knowledge on cars is pretty much non existent, but you like the colors.

Warns you to tighten your headscarf when he speeds down the highway, but you never listen nor learn so you always lose it.

You bring snackies, but it's never enough and you both start craving fastfood as soon as a restaurant comes in sight.

The choice is always McDonald's, since you don't go there much and it became one of your little 'date locations' during these road trips.

He always insists on using the drive-through, but makes you get out of the car because you spilled ketchup on his seat once.

“As if you never spilled anything in this car,” you huffed with an eye roll, eating your burger from a safe distance from his car.

You knew he'd get the double meaning and he'd give you a smug grin, playfulness on his tongue as he spoke.

“And who’s fault is that, hmm?”

You'd flip him off, making him chase you around the parking lot before pushing you back in the car when your burger flew out of your hands and on the window of a parked vehicle.

During the summer, he'd beg and beg for you to get on the back of his motorcycle and while you were a little nervous about it, you agreed because you couldn't listen to him talk about it for another second.

You loved it more than expected and the roles soon flipped around - you being the one asking him to go on rides.

While the both of you loved to go out and hang with your mutual or own friends, you loved staying in just as much.

Because the both of you still lived at home, you'd often be cooped up in your bedrooms.

Despite being young and your relationship being fairly fresh, you two didn't go at it every chance you got but neither of you had a problem with this.

You liked being in each others' company, no matter what you were doing.

Sometimes he'd go through your entire vinyl collection that you had neatly placed on a shelf above your desk and he'd play record after record.

He didn't like all of them, but played them nonetheless because you liked them and he loved hearing you hum along.

Being in your presence calmed him down. He especially loved it when you'd lay with your head on his lap so he could play with your hair while you were reading.

When it was a book, he'd busy himself by trying to make little braids in your hair.

But when you'd be flipping through a random magazine, he wouldn't shut up.

“Read me the music columns, baby,”

Takes the magazine out of your hands because he wants to read them again with his own eyes.

Snatching the magazine back out of his hands, he lets you flip through it again but will tell you to slow down because he didn't finish reading the page you're on.

He'd point out the things he would love to see on you when you'd look at the clothes that were currently trending.

“This would look real cute on you,” he would say, pointing out a baby pink skirt with cherries embroidered onto it.

When his eye catches the polo shirts in all the colors of the rainbow, he gets excited.

“We could get a matching pair!”

“Elvis, I’m pretty sure these are for girls,”

He'd look down at you with a smug grin on his face, scoffing softly. “Honey, I don’t care. You know how good I look in pink,”

You knew he was probably dead serious about it, but laughed at him and circled the shirts with a pen to get back to them later. If he wanted one, he could get one.

When you'd linger a little too long on a page with Marlon Brando's face printed on it, he didn't do much to hide his jealousy.

“Stop droolin’ over this fucker and read me my horoscope already,”

You'd laugh and caress your fingers over Brando's face, sighing dreamily which would get your boyfriend even more riled up as he'd huff and pout, trying to get the magazine out of your hands.

You gave him what he wanted eventually, reading his horoscope to him.

He'd smile and nod when his week seemed to be looking up according to the stars, but when it wasn't as good as he hoped it would be, he would scoff and roll his eyes.

“Pssh, what a load of bull,”

He pretended not to believe in these things, but you knew he did.

Whenever your or his parents were away, you'd mostly be hanging out in the living area.

It was the only place in both your houses with a TV and it was nice to be able to watch your shows without any parents or siblings talking through the whole damn time.

Your attention span was short whenever you were in your boyfriend's presence, and so was his because casually watching TV on the couch always turned into make out sessions.

Elvis was the first boy you kissed, but he taught you well and you found yourself becoming obsessed with kissing him.

He tasted like Pepsi and you had grown accustomed to the lingering taste of the cigars he smoked throughout the day.

His favorite position was when you'd be next to him, your legs draped over his lap so he could run his hand along the side of your thigh, his other hand placed at the nape of your neck.

It was comfortable for you too and you loved playing with his hair (as much as the product in it would allow you to) and resting your hand on his chest or on the side of his neck.

His kisses were soft and gentle, allowing you to take the lead so you could set the pace. He wanted you to be comfortable and while he was a tad bit more experienced, he wanted you to show him what you liked.

He thought he might know everything about you and your body, but he realised you could still teach him a thing or two about yourself. Elvis hated studying, but when the subject was you, he was the best student of the class.

“You taste like strawberry today,” he'd point out, going in for a kiss in between every word to kiss the slight gloss off your lips.

“I bought a new lip balm today,”

Humming deeply against your lips, he'd dip his tongue across your lower lip, sucking on it gently.

“Do they sell more of those flavors?”

You giggled, listing off all the flavors. He decided that he wants to kiss every single one off those pretty lips of yours.

“Let’s try ‘em all, baby,”

He wouldn't give you much time to agree, his hand running up your thigh and squeezing softly as he'd dip his tongue deeper in your mouth.

Slightly tilting his head and moving his hand from your neck to wind around your shoulder, your lips fell into a comfortable and slow paced rhythm.

The two of you were in sync, perfectly aware of each others' next moves and it made you shut out the world around you.

Your favorite show that was playing on the TV had become nothing but background noise.

His large hand would engulf your smaller shoulder, squeezing you softly in the embrace because he wants to feel you closer against him.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you still had to fill your lungs with oxygen but when you'd pull away from each other, his hand that had been on your thigh would move to the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

Nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours as he takes stammered breaths, his eyes taking in every detail of your face.

He'd caress his thumb across your lower lip, the corner of his mouth rising in a grin as he looked at your slightly swollen lips and the smudged tint of your lip balm.

“My pretty baby has pretty lips,”

Those words made you blush every damn time and he knew it all too well.

He liked seeing your cheeks heating up, flushing a shade of pink because of him.

“Could kiss ‘em all day, every day,”

Small, open mouthed kisses on your parted lips as his thumb caressed your cheek bone.

Whenever you wanted to kiss him properly again, he'd laugh softly and teasingly pull away because he wasn't done looking at you.

Always complimenting you on how pretty you look with your lips swollen like that, how he loved kissing you and how much he loves you.

Saying it back made you even more shy, but he wouldn't kiss you again until you told him. He knew you loved him, but he loved hearing you say it.

“I love you, Elvis. Please kiss me,” you'd pout and whine a little, knowing that usually got you what you wanted.

Ofcourse it did this time too, because he was weak for you.

“Okay, fine, fine. Because baby asks so nicely,” would give you a theatrical and playful sigh, rolling his eyes before he'd lean in again and capture your lips in a kiss again.

You'd happily let him take charge after a little while, moving along to his pace as he'd deepen the kiss.

You two didn't always kiss with the intention of sex, but you knew whenever he'd moan into your mouth and his hand started creeping underneath your skirt or dress that it was his sign that he wanted more.

You were more than happy to give it to him. Sometimes you'd make it to your room in time and sometimes your parents came home before you even had the chance to take things a step further.

Jumping away from each other and pretending to watch TV, you were pretty sure you could never fool your or his parents but they never commented on it because they too had been young once.

Takes about half an hour to kiss you goodbye at the door when he'd be over at your house, or in the car when he'd take you home.

When you wouldn't be spending the night together after spending the entire day side by side, you'd talk for hours on the phone.

Sometimes it would be deep conversations about the future and sometimes it would be about absolutely nothing, but you enjoyed every second of it.

Neither of you would hang up until one of you would fall asleep or one of your parents came in to tell you to hang up, not understanding what in the world you could be talking about after being around each other most hours of the day.

But you and Elvis were inseperable and you believed it would stay like that forever.

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[blorbocedes]

wanted to point out"knowing when to quit" is valid for family and personal reasons, plus the fact that he felt fulfilled in nico's case (and i see why rivals would 👀👀 at the lack of ambition, which isnt fair but i get it) but i don't see how the whole thing of quitting when at the top is supposed to be better than not as if 41 yrs old fernando wasn't still elite or lewis whose 2023 was better than some of his championship years imo, the both of them in mid cars and better than most of the grid. i don't think they're chasing ghosts, they clearly still enjoy what they do, and they're good at it. winning isn't everything, retirement just comes down to what an athlete really wants and feels like, not where they are in their career

as i was writing this i realized i couldn't think of anyone from that gen outside of lewis and fernando who hasn't gone out sad lmao so idk

you misunderstand me. I'm not saying every driver should retire immediately after winning, I'm talking about framing and how certain decisions can be viewed, acceptance and fulfilment in f1

they're absolutely excellent drivers, and have lucked into staying in good cars (lewis more than fernando) and worked hard into staying in good form along with their natural talent. they're easily better than most of the grid.

but you're absolutely kidding yourself if you don't think fernando isn't chasing ghosts. Fernando retired from f1 in 2018 in that mclaren scoring 50 points in the championship.

He won Le Mans twice and Daytona in 2018/2019, before he came back to f1 because he still believes in that 33rd win and 3rd championship. if drivers only drove for how they felt like and not where they are in their career, then fernando wouldn't have quit f1 if he was in a better car.

The last time Fernando won a race is in 2013, more 10 years ago, and he keeps posting 33 because he believes, even I'm rooting for it too. But it is absolutely chasing a dream that only now this last year's Aston's early performance gives us recency bias of hope.

likewise, lewis and toto have affirmed multiple times that their goal is the 8th wdc. it's not so much as a ghost as the mythical 8th wdc that no one in the sport has done and lewis has to believe he can because his whole career has been achieving the unthinkable.

yes ofc they enjoy racing, and they're some of the best at it, but this conversation is about world champions and neither of them would keep on driving if they weren't chasing that championship/win. the win (for champion drivers) IS everything.

so what happens if fernando wins the 33rd? or 3rd championship? he will gun for the 34th, 4th championship, and he will be 50 years old, driving in circles until he can accept that it isn't coming. that's when drivers retire... in f1 from what we have seen if you're a world champion you can only retire when you're no longer on top of the game and have accepted it. nico was the only one who didn't.

#f1 meta #nano biggest ghost chaser of f1 #there is no former wdc who is happy to settle for Just Points or Just Driving. they want to Win. #blorbocedes ask #Lewis ham

[etherealyoungk]

a rainy day with seventeen

❝ seungcheol ❞

━☆ you were stuck at the bus stop because of the rain and it was the only place you could take shelter at. somehow seungcheol knew this and surprised you by picking you up from the bus stop, a surprised smile on your face when you saw him running towards you holding an umbrella. he'll lightly scold you for not carrying an umbrella as he takes your hand in his so you can walk back to the car. by the time he drops you home, it’s still raining. you convince him to stay over because you didn’t want him to leave and he obliges because how can he say no to you. once it's stopped raining, you'll pester him about wanting to go for a walk in the cool air and he'll chase after you, wrapping a scarf around your neck so you'll be warm. the air is cold and chilly, and the ground is wet with puddles here and there, and you start reminiscing about your first date with him.

❝ jeonghan ❞

━☆ pure mischief and will definitely put his cold ass hands on your bare waist, his hands slipping under your shirt, making you squeal and jump in surprise. he'll chuckle, wrapping his arms around you tighter, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as you threaten to put salt in his tea instead of sugar. you guys watch rom coms and cuddle, except jeonghan is very clearly hogging the blanket and when you bring it up to him, he says that he’s not and that the blanket was made for one person anyway, making you scoff. you get another blanket, scooting away from jeonghan and he’s not even paying attention to the movie anymore, he’s looking at you. he’ll butter you up with his sweet smile, double wrapping you in his blanket too, pulling you to his side as he presses a kiss to your lips, the movie is long forgotten.

❝ joshua ❞

━☆ it’s been chilly, gloomy and rainy all morning so you steal his hoodie and stay in bed with shua. you guys make simple ramen for lunch since you weren’t in the mood for cooking. the rain has gotten harsher, turning into a thunderstorm and after a while, he says he wants to watch a horror movie. something creepy. you really don’t want to but you give in, i mean how scary can it be right? but jokes on you because it was creepy and scary. you were definitely not made to watch horror, your face covered behind the pillow the entire time. joshua noticed this, chuckling as he paused the movie. “see, this is why couples should watch horror movies together, so we can cuddle”, he says, pulling me closer. "whatever”, you say. "here this will make you feel better” he says, kissing you. “if you get scared, i’ll just kiss it away hm”, he says. needless to say, there were a lot more kisses that night.   

❝ junhui ❞

━☆ there was a power cut, so with no internet or entertainment, you guys decided to keep yourselves entertained with some games. you end up playing uno and it soon turns into an intense game. you put a +2 on jun and he counters with a plus +2 back. you add another one and he adds another, making you gasp in shock. “babe that’s not fair”, you complain. “what i played fair baby you better be drawing 6 cards now”, he says. you narrow your eyes at him drawing 6 cards. the game goes on for a few more rounds and you end up losing while you mumble about how the cards were not shuffled properly otherwise how could he manage to get all those darn +2 and +4 cards.

❝ hoshi ❞

━☆ knows you like this type of weather so he comes over. you're layered up in a hoodie – hoshi’s stolen one to be exact and he frowns, coming up to pull the sleeve. “hey, isn’t this mine? i thought i lost it”, he says. “i guess it’s mine now, finders keepers”, you say, playfully sticking your tongue out at him, making him chuckle. you guys end up cuddling on the couch, looking for something to watch. you end up surfing netflix for a whole 15 minutes and you still haven’t managed to find a decent movie to watch until oshi takes the remote and just plays the next movie that shows up next. and he ends up playing a pretty decent thriller movie. you pause the movie halfway for a popcorn break. you both make guesses as to who the killer is, making a bet and the loser has to buy dinner. hoshi loses and is pouting so much but buys dinner nonetheless. you’re happily eating the ice cream for dessert while hoshi gives you a weird look for eating ice cream in this cold weather. “what?i just wanna eat my ice cream in peace okay”, you say. he ends up stealing a few spoonful's of the ice cream too.

❝ wonwoo ❞

━☆ it was cold and gloomy, heavy gray clouds were gathered in the sky.  you were waiting for wonwoo to come since he had said he would be coming over, but soon it started raining and the rain got heavier. the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to open the door. he stepped in and you noticed the wet spots on his jacket and how his hair was slightly wet too. he must have got caught in the rain. you take the box of macarons from his hand and turn to put it on the counter as you hear him say he needs to get something else. wonwoo enters again and walks toward you, rubbing the back of his neck like he was nervous about something. “i know you said no pets but i saw this kitten on the street in the rain and had to rescue him”, he finally says.  “ooh that’s okay but-“, “i got his entire family” he adds and it takes you a moment to process what he said. “what do you mean entire family??”, you ask and that's when you hear a high pitched meow, followed by another, and another and you walk towards to meows to find a box of three kittens looking back at you. you turn your head to wonwoo, waiting for an explanation. “i just couldn't leave them there in the rain, plus they looked really cute”, he defends. “i’ll help you find homes for them, just let them be here for a few days?”, he asks since he can’t keep them because of his work schedule. “alright”, you agree, looking at those cute fluffy kittens and over the days they did grow on you.

❝ woozi ❞

━☆ you were stuck in woozi’s studio with him since it had been pouring for hours now, but you weren't complaing. it was nice to see him work and be with him there. you took this chance to get to know more about woozi’s music process and how he made it. he showed you a few demos too and when it came to this one particular demo you saw how the lyrics reminded you of a lot of the things you guys did together and times you were with him. then it hits you – the song is about you. you look at him and he’s well a bit flustered. he'd then proceed bashfully explain that it was about you and just thought it would be nice to write a song about you to capture all his love for you in a song.

❝ minghao ❞

━☆ lots of soft moments with minghao during rainy days. he loves making tea with you on rainy days, talking you through the entire tea ceremony process as you listen intently as he explains it with such joy and passion. and maybe later he’d put on some slow music and take your hand, bring you out to the center of the living room, slow dancing with you as the rain poured. you’d smile shyly as you danced and swayed. he’d be the sweetest ever.             

❝ mingyu ❞

━☆ rainy days with mingyu consist of baking. the urge you have to bake every time it rains is big, so you’re already in the kitchen, dragging mingyu along with you as you put the apron on him. you decide to make thumbprint cookies this time and you guys end up always end up bickering a lot. you always fight over how to do things and who is the better way. you just huff and give mingyu all the whisking and hard mixing work because he may as well put those muscles to use. the cookie dough is rolled into balls and you press it down gently before pressing your thumb in the middle. mingyu does some too and the difference between your thumbprint and his makes you laugh. you turn back to grab the jam bottle but it's’ screwed tight and you’re struggling to open it. mingyu notices and reaches out to help you but you move away. “no i can do this gyu”, you say, holding the bottle as you try to unscrew the ridiculous tight lid. you struggle for a few more minutes while mingyu is just looking at you with an amused grin, trying to keep it together. “babe, you need help?”, he prompts again. tou hand him the jar in another huff and he opens it effortlessly which should be a crime. him and his useless muscles. “i loosened it for you okay”, you say, taking the jar from him as you walk back to the table, hearing him chuckle in response. you’re busy spooning the jam in the middle of each cookie when you feel mngyu’s arms wrap themselves around your waist as he rests his head on top of yours. “you’re so cute”, he says, leaning down to peck your cheek.

❝ dokyeom ❞

━☆ you guys end up getting stuck in the rain, and the downpour didn't look like it would stop anytime soon. he whipped out an umbrella which was far too small for two people, but he said you guys could manage and you walk home together, dokyeom's hand wrapped around your shoulder as he held you close. little did you know he was holding most of the umbrella to you, so you wouldn’t get wet and his other shoulder was getting wet but he didn’t mind. he wanted you to be okay. when you reach home you realize this and a string of complaints leave your lips. “why didn’t you put the umbrella on your side too, look at you, you’re all wet now”, you say as you come back with a towel to help him dry his hair. “what if you fall sick hm”, you say, feeling bad but he kisses your worries away, assuring you it was okay and he would be okay. even if he wakes up with a slight cold the next morning, you’re not letting him get out of bed. you cuddle with him and mumble about how he got sick because he was being careless last night.

❝ seungkwan ❞

━☆ you had actually decided to go on a picnic date for the evening but the weather flipped and it was pouring now. you were glad you didn’t leave otherwise you'll have been stuck in the rain and gotten very much drenched. seungkwan decided that you can just have the picnic on your living room floor. he spreads the blanket on the floor and spreads out what you had prepared, patting down on the spot next to him, beckoning you to come to sit next to him. you help him clear up the mat after eating and lie down on it together, resting your head on seungkwans stretched arm. you both end up falling asleep like that.

❝ vernon ❞

━☆ he took this opportunity to teach you how to play mario kart so you could play with him. you learn slowly, vernon holding your hands as he guides you on how to use the gaming console as he explained what is does, helping you through one trial round. then you guys have a match and of course vernon wins. you keep saying one more until you fully become determined to beat him. and maybe vernon loses one round on purpose so you can finally win.

❝ dino ❞

━☆ lazy mornings in bed with dino on gloomy rainy days. you both woke a bit late, with you waking up first, turning to one side, facing dino as you watched him. you smiled to yourself and leaned in to peck his cheek softly. he stirs away slowly, opening his eyes, smiling upon seeing you. soon your stomach grumbles and you ask him to make pancakes saying you’d wash the dishes. the smells of the pancakes waft into the room so you get up, raiding the wardrobe for his hoodie, putting it on, feeling warmer instantly. you sneak up on him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you give him a hug.

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[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Okay but to be fair..

Gregory is ABSOLUTELY NOT EVIL. Not in any way. But personally I DO think he tows the line into jerkass territory a bit.

I mean, Freddy tells the kid that these are his friends and theres something wrong with how they're acting, and Gregory IMMEDIATELY scraps those friends without a single thought of "maybe we can get them back to normal", because its "what they deserve" for going after him. And then he takes it a step farther by cannibalizing the people that Freddy clearly cares about, to upgrade Freddy for no clearly established reason when Freddy is little more than willing, only to dance around/avoid telling the truth to the ONE PERSON he trusts and cares about.

Like dont get me wrong, I do NOT hate Gregory or think he should be considered evil. The kid's clearly had a hard time of it and they all WERE after him with the intent of harm.

But I also think Gregory could have been explained or developed a little better, cuz frankly he's kind of a dick

GREGORY IS TWELVE!!!!

I hate that I really keep having to say this to people. Gregory is fairly average in terms of what a middleschooler is like... Everyone forgets what it's like being that age, and Gregory really has no guidance other then Freddy, who can only help him to a certain extent.

I don't think Gregory needs a complex motive for what he does. What do we know about Gregory's motives?

According to cut lines from Vanny, he's here looking for his friends.

Him being trapped in the pizzaplex and homeless and squatting in is also a motive enough... Like Gregory HAS NO PARENTS OR GUARDIANS OTHER THAN FREDDY to really tell him what's right from wrong here. And Freddy doesn't really help that much other than going "These are my friends..." and "I could open this gate if I had monty's claws" "if I had chicas voice box i could open this door" and... oh yeah "Maybe you'll find a way to deal with Roxy when you are there" We don't have evidence that any other of the animatronics besides Freddy are sentient.

Gregory NOT listening to Freddy is often beneficial at points. Freddy is the only one Gregory has, while Gregory sees him as a safe place, it has been SUPER consistent in that game that Gregory doesn't really listen to Freddy when it matters. Sure, Gregory will listen to Freddy on things like, how to navigate areas of the pizzaplex, tips for where Exits are, where to go next, how the Security Badges work, because it's all unfamiliar to Gregory and he is lost and needs the guidance But in other instances... if Gregory REALLY wants to do something. He'll do it. Like every average middle schooler. And often times, Gregory not listening is beneficial. LIKE LITERALLY if the Princess Quest Ending is canon in any AU like mine is, the Princess Quest ending ONLY occurs when Gregory DIRECTLY goes against Freddy's wishes and doesn't listen to him. Freddy wants you to turn the bots against Vanny..... but if you DON'T listen to Freddy and play the last princess quest game, you free Vanessa's soul and stop the glitch.... Which people often call the "best" ending since you free Her and the plex. Oh yeah, and other endings like the Car ending... Gregory doesn't listen to Freddy again, and takes Freddy with him rather then leave him behind and Freddy usually turns out okay. PLUS GREGORY WOULD HAVE NEVER MET FREDDY IF HE WENT INTO THE UNSAFE PLAY AREA OF HIS STOMACH HATCH WHEN HE WAS PASSED OUT TO HIDE FROM VANESSA IN THE FIRST PLACE. I think Gregory does the right balance of listening and not listening to Freddy. He actually behaves like an actual child! And I actually Like that Gregory takes initiative to decommission the animatronics that are chasing him and are super aggressive.

The Glamrocks have legit killed other children and employees. Possibly even Gregory's friends that he's looking for...

There is an entire wall in the "Sister Location Room" that gives explicit instructions on how to run and jump and shoot and avoid the animatronics.

Yes, while... Gregory did not need to go out of his way to Decommission all of them (especially chica or monty depending on your run through if you stay after 6am and decommission all three) And yes... Gregory COULD have theoretically stayed in Freddy's room all night after he retrieves him from Parts and Service.... but then we wouldn't have a videogame. Well, we could, but it would mean half of the game would be open world, then the other half would default to fnaf1 gameplay. Like he could have stayed in the Daycare or in Freddy's room, but he probably would have been found by Vanessa or someone eventually, and I don't think it would make for an interesting videogame to play.

Like, I love the fandom, and I love how so much of us have humanized the animatrioncs.

BUT FROM GREGORY'S POINT OF VIEW...

There is no evidence that any one of the animatronics other then Freddy are sentient. Like take off your "I love robots" and/or "I love the animatronics" and/or "Im a furry" glasses bias for FIVE seconds... and pretend you're... neutral on them... I'm sure Gregory isn't thinking of "how can I stop them without hurting them" .... like... at all.

And even if the animatronics ARE sentient and are killing children and employees against their will...

THEY ARE STILL KILLING PEOPLE.

And they have killed people, and they are hunting him. And will continue to hurt other people if Gregory doesn't do something. Which we learn is one of Gregory's motivations in the game in general

"If I leave now nothing will change will it, they'll be more disappearances"

I honestly feel that this line makes the "they get what they deserve" a little more justified in my eyes. And even up till that point... all of them have been super aggressive and chasing him all over the place.

Plus Empathy is a learned trait, and it's hard to develop empathy for something that is actively hunting you and is basically, a cold unfeeling murderous robots in his eyes that are aggressively chasing him all night.

Especially with how Gregory talks to Freddy about Decommissioning his friends.

(but it's not like Freddy tries to talk to his friends when you get close to them inside of Freddy like "hey, why are you hunting this kid?" or... "hey what is up bandmates... can't wait to get gregory" )

Do I feel like the animatronics "Get what they deserve" ? Like Gregory says?

No, I don't.

(my rl friend does tho who i introduced to sb this week looooooool)

But From Gregory's point of view, I think he is justified, and in Twin Animatronics... Gregory does have character development in the background to understand that "hey, the other animatronics are actually people and maybe I should start treating them better rather then just pieces of parts for Freddy"

I'm sick of these two polar extremes where "Gregory did nothing wrong" or "Gregory did some things wrong"

...I honestly think. With the knowledge the that Gregory knows... and being 12 and doing his best to survive...

He did the absolute best that he could given the circumstances.

And I'll just share a little of @witchysolfan 's thoughts on the matter.

I know I repeat a lot of myself here. I just had to get this all out.

Anyway. Love Gregory.

I do not think he's a uwu baby who did nothing wrong... But for all the information Gregory had at the time, and the age range he is, he made the correct choice based on all the information he knew at the time.... And in Twins... He'll learn more, and maybe possibly talk and apologize to the Glamrocks he broke (if all the Glamrocks weren't avoiding him like the plague right now due to trauma)

#fnaf #fnaf Security Breach #fnaf sb #fnaf Gregory #danachan's rants #danachan's replies

[bronx-bomber87]

Good evening everyone and happy Tuesday :)

This ep is a fav of mine. I know there isn’t a ton of Chenford content. But the amount of goodies we get for both Tim and Lucy is so good. Its what I love about them they’re amazing together and separate. Obviously prefer them together but this is a fantastic separated ep. Not a ton of gifs so it'll be partially gifs mostly caps. Also this is a longer one since they BOTH have good SL's in this one.

2x07 Safety.

The cold open is adorable. Tim would hate that phrasing but it’s true. I love sports so I get that excitement and happiness when your team does well. Look how happy he is. When the Rams won the Super Bowl a little while back I thought I bet Tim is thrilled LOL He is happy till a high speed pursuit interrupts his game. He sees the car chase is by his house. So in natural Tim fashion he heads outside to deal with it.

He is sexy af in this scene. That badge around his neck as he calls dispatch and logs in some OT. Then climbs into his truck backs up to block the guy and dispatches of the chase quickly. Gets the guy out of the car and on the ground very fast. Once he’s done drives back into his driveway so he can finish watching the game. Classic. Love this man. So cute jumping up and down cause they won. Damn he cute.

Roll call is upon them and Grey’s initiative today is community policing. Angela is out because she’s taking care of a recovering Wesley. (She ends up taking a side gig protecting a turd and his diamonds) Nolan gets a gig at the hospital leaving Harper open. Grey pairs Jackson with Tim and Lucy with Harper.

Lucy looks nervous af as she looks back at Nyla. I get why she has only seen bits and pieces of Harper. Those pieces they’ve been intense. Reminds me of when Nolan was paired with Tim. Just a little bit of terror in her eyes. It’s such a good ep for them both though. Their scenes are why it’s one of my fav eps.

Grey says Tim/Jackson get the football community gig with the Rams and Lucy/Harper get the community council. Harper makes a crack about it being the 1950’s. The boys get football practice and the girls get the PTA meeting. Grey says fair enough. Only one way to settle this. Challenge Coins. They both have coins from impressive things they’ve done. Tim says he got his from the Chief personally. He’s so cute and proud. Harper being Harper tops him. Says that’s nice. Hers is from the Governor. Tim rolls his eyes haha

Whoever slides theirs across the table closest to the edge wins. Lucy is adorable and in wifey mode already with her phone. Ready to capture the moment for him. I love how he looks over at her first before propelling his. Also his little butt wiggle I can not. Her matching his body posture is fantastic. An exact mirror really so she doesn’t miss a thing. They cute. I love them. Tim loses but Harper doesn’t want football anyways. I swear she did it just to make a point with Grey and mess with Tim.

Poor Lucy bombs right off the bat with Harper. Asking her if she needs anything. Harper looks at her and says 'Officer...?' Lucy happily says Chen. Nyla is her charming self and tells her she’s not going to use her name. That today she’s Not Nolan. Lucy asks John if he has any tips to get on her good side. Nolan makes a crack that he’s not sure she has one LOL You’ll get there. I dare say Lucy and Harper end up closer than her and John ever were, but that is much farther down the road.

First off let’s enjoy how ecstatic Tim looks to be at football practice. He is in one of his happy places right now. The man is radiating joy. It’s so cute. They’re watching practice and see a kid named AJ. How he is easily the best kid on the field. The director says that’s not what matters. His grades were trash before this program. Now he’s on the honor roll. They wave him over. Tim “grills” AJ on his work ethic, drills. and such its adorable. Clearly in his element talking to this kid. (Their scenes in this episode are primo)

AJ’s mom shows up and pulls him over. Director tells them she was just released from prison. Been hard transition for them both. She was in for armed robbery with a serious heist crew. Cute little scene with Tim and Eric Weddle. Eric giving Tim crap for giving up football for the service. Jackson is geeking out next to him its pretty cute. Tim tells him not to make it weird when he bro hugs Eric Weddle LMFAO

Love them having another shot at a pair up. It goes much better this time. They see AJ and his mom fight and walk over. Ask if everything is ok... I mean clearly it’s not. She doesn't answer them. Instead she drags AJ away from practice. They can tell something is wrong they’re just not sure what yet.

Back at the station Lucy and Harper are prepping for their meeting. Nyla tells her to keep this short and simple. Don’t promise anybody anything. Just to tell them ‘We’re aware of the problem and have a task force on it.’ Lucy questions that a bit but Harper says they’ll love that buzzword. She has Lucy lead the meeting. Poor Lucy she is not in the least prepared to do this. At first it works Nyla’s line. Lucy tells first guy verbatim what she’s supposed to. He takes her at her word and sits down. Harper looks proud from the other side of the room.

Then things quickly go sideways for her rapidly. A woman tells her that her neighbor keeps feeding the squirrels. Lucy tries the line again and fails. She questions Lucy and says 'A squirrel task force?' I can't blame her haha The lady tells her she’s worried about her dogs cause squirrels attract coyotes. Lucy’s empathy kicks in and gets her in trouble with Nyla. Tells's her to give her the address of her neighbor. Then she is bombarded with tasks.

Tim and Jackson meet Aj and his mom at their home. Just to make sure everything is copacetic. They can quickly see that it is not. Tim asks AJ if everything is ok. Seeing if he can get to him. It’s obvious that she’s trying to leave town with him. Before they can delve into why she’s leaving the car gets fire bombed. Clearly a targeted attack. Tim and Jackson get them to safety before calling it in.

Jackson takes AJ's mom to the side for questioning and Tim checks in on AJ. I love this scene. Getting to see that soft side Lucy has brought out so much. She would be so happy to watch him with AJ. How well he bonds with him and tries to get him to open up. (wonder how he honed that skill in..) Tim starts off with tossing his football with him. He starts to build his rapport by telling him he’s talented. AJ replies says how his football is always with him. How much he loves to practice. Tim is soft in his reply says it sounds like him with how much he loves the sport. The dedication to get better.

We’re about to get some background on Tim and I love it. Tim tells him in some ways the game saved him. AJ's interest is piqued. He asks Tim how so? Tim tells AJ growing up in his house was a bit chaotic. (Oh how understated that is my love) If you don’t know his backstory already at this point you get a sense his childhood was turbulent.

He empathizes with this kid. Relates to him and it’s written all over their scenes. It’s such a good episode for him. AJ says he knows a little something about that. Tim continues on to build rapport with him. Lets AJ know how his father was testy. Tim never knew what was going to set him off. That football was the only place he felt like he had control. I just love getting this insight into him as a character. Piece by piece we get to see why Tim is the way he is.

This shows us why he needs control like he does. (I.e. always driving the shop and Lucy not doing so) The Tim tests are a product of this as well. His way of controlling his environment and training since he didn't have that growing up. He does everything for a reason. We’re all products of the environment we grew up in. It leaves marks on us whether we like it or not. I could go on and on about him. Very passionate about his character and what makes him tick. His growth. Eric portrays him so well I could go on and on about that too but I won’t haha

AJ agrees again with saying he too relates to that. Football is where he has most control as well. Tim continues on to let him know he gets it. Football taught him teamwork, discipline and it wasn’t just a game for him. (It makes sense why he enlisted. He got everything from the service he loved about football) AJ then asks what game they’re playing now? We connect then I rat on my mom? Tim instantly says 'I would never ask you to do that.' You can see the change in AJ. He knows Tim is being genuine. He just hands him his card. Tells him to call him if he needs anything.

We return to Lucy and Harper responding to one of the many complaints they got. ‘Vagrants in the sewers.’ Harper is none to pleased about it. Says they're going fishing in the arm pit of L.A. Lucy tries to do her optimism thing. Saying isn’t this what community policing should be? Helping like this? Nyla shuts it down and says no it’s what she tells her it should be. That Lucy doesn’t want to be good at those meetings. Lucy asks why? Harper crushes her a bit more by saying if the higher ups see that it'll be all they’ll ever let her do…

They make it deep into the sewer when they find couple meth tweakers. This scene is hard to watch for how beat down Lucy is in this scene. Not just physically but that self esteem Tim has been trying to build up crumbling a bit due to it. They get attacked and Lucy has Harper's back while she cuffs one of them. Lucy is attacked by the second tweaker and overtaken. Harper jumps in to save her. Lucy thanks her but Nyla is livid she had to do so. Tells her those community meetings are all she’s good for. (Too mean Nyla too mean)

It’s not the reaction I expected from Harper first time I watched it. Then rewatching like I have it’s what she needed. Little harsher than I would’ve liked, but needed for the message she ends up delivering. Lucy is upset while the guys get hauled away. Harper picks up on it and ask her if she has something on her mind? At first Lucy says no. Harper snarks back 'That's what I thought.' Lucy snaps and tells Nyla she is wrong about her. Harper isn’t convinced in the least.

Lucy fights back says she’s more than those meetings. Harper continues the harshness and replies she must be really good at paperwork.... Then she tacks on that she can’t fight. Lucy tells her she can she’s won a lot of fights. Harper says not this one. Lucy bites back he was huge. That it wasn't fair he was much bigger than her. Harper shoots her down again. Says she took him down and his buddy.

Harper is getting under Lucy’s skin and she knows it. Says Lucy wants to hit her. That she can see it in her eyes. Tells Lucy to hit her. Lucy bawks and can't believe she's asking her to do this. Nyla shoves her to rile her up. Tells her come at her like that tweaker came after her. Lucy is pissed enough and does and quickly fails. Lucy is on her ass in seconds. Now Nyla is brutal but her message at its core is sound. Tells Lucy to stay down and get used to that position. Being a woman in uniform is anything but fair. That contrary to belief she is not a 6’2 180 lb man.

Unfortunately this isn’t gif’ed it's too bad it's such a good scene. Harper goes on to tell her ‘Tim might be a good T.O. but he can’t teach her to fight like a girl.’ She's not wrong. Nyla continues on that they get a higher show of force especially from men. That when she’s alone against a desperate suspect and she’s between them and their freedom she can’t be thinking 'Oh my he’s bigger than me.'

Harper helps her up. Tells her if she’s going to survive the streets as a 5’6 woman and one of color no less, she better be willing to learn what these boys don’t know how to teach (one of the best lines of the scene) Harpers impact on Lucy is immense. It’s not kind at first because Nyla isn’t in that place yet. She is a wrecking ball emotionally. Not her softest approach but her message like I said is sound in its logic. Lucy needs to know things she had no idea she needed until today. Why her pairing up with Nyla benefits her so much. Doesn't feel like it right now but it really does.

Lucy tries to mend fences when they get back to station. It’s who she is. I would be same way. Tries to make a joke about the meeting. How she should've listened to Harper's way of it. She gets no reply then tries to ask about her challenge coin. Harper calls her on the chit chat. Lucy is then upfront and tells her she wants to learn the job the way Harper does it.

Lucy is smart and can see the logic of what Harper was telling her. Tim is great for her but he can’t teach her what Harper knows. Nyla sadly doesn’t take her olive branch. Tells her not to be like her. Lucy commends her career and all she’s done. Harper tells her wasn't worth what she lost. That she doesn’t even want to be her. Oh Nyla you broken soul.

AJ shows up to station using Tim’s card like he was hoping he would. Tells Tim and Jackson his mom left for an errand and never came back. He’s worried something has happened to her. Tim asks him to be straight with them. That he’s stressed he gets it but can’t help her if he doesn’t. He tells them she had been hounded lately by her ex-BF to help be a getaway driver. Said he would kill AJ if she didn’t. They start to get a search grid going for her. Tim is so sweet puts his hand on his shoulder tells him it’ll be ok. I love this.

Harper is jealous Tim and Jackson are squaring off against a heist crew. She asks Lucy what they’re doing at this house. Her reply is too funny. ‘Talk to neighbor about feeding squirrels…’ Harper tells her to stay in the shop. She goes to the door solo and talks to him. She notices his hand is messed up and is instantly suspicious. Harper returns and tells Lucy to run background check.

They look him up and Harper thinks it’s the UCLA bomber. Lucy tells her they’ll need DNA. Tries to call in a warrant and Harper says no. Just needs his trash. They don't need a warrant to do a lawful search of that. Lucy starts her redemption and says Harper will need a distraction then.

Lucy knocks on the door pretending to be someone informing people about drought resistant plants. (her first mini UC) Guy isn't interested but she is persistent. Asks if she can have some water to buy Harper more time. Harper accidentally tears the bag of garbage as she is leaving. He spots Nyla outside the window and arms the floor. We hear the pressure plates click in to place.

Leaving Lucy stuck inside with his armed floor. We hear Nyla call for her (uses her last name BTW. )Lucy warns Harper to get the bomb squad. Tells her the house is armed and he’s rigging a bomb. Then is a total bad ass. Uses those worn spots she notices on his hardwood floor as her map. She slowly navigates the floor to the back room where he’s rigging a big bomb.

After she stops him from arming the bomb she throws him out the window. Harper sees them exit. You know she just proved to Nyla how good she is under pressure. Also how smart she is. She got into the house no problem with her ruse, navigated her way out, and nabbed him before he set bomb off. Nyla asks if she’s gonna puke and she says no. Then does poor girl. All that adrenaline I can’t imagine.

Lucy catches Harper before she leaves. Tells her it was nice working with her today. Nyla is kind and says me too. We see that growth kicking in. Tells Lucy she was wrong to discourage her today. Tells her to goes as far as she wants in this job. That she can be a cop like her but to be better. Tells her she’s has what it takes ‘Not Nolan’ ha

Lucy doing what she does best calling people out. Tells Harper she heard her call her Chen back at the house. Says she knows Harper knows her name haha Harper respects it and she gets a smile out of Nyla. Even John hasn’t gotten that LOL Lucy asks her if she can ask her advice from time to time. She gets a much better response this time and says 'Sure just not all the time' haha She has a rep to protect hehe. So begins a beautiful friendship.

Tim can teach her a lot of what she needs to know truly he can. But he can not teach the wisdom Nyla ends up teaching her. How to handle herself as a female cop. Talia missed the mark so badly with Lucy on that. Nyla truly capitalizes on this moving forward. Harper is exactly what Lucy needed. A strong bad ass female role model she could lean on from time to time. She is apart of the development of the Confident BAMF Lucy that we have today. One of the reasons I adore her character so much. Why I love this ep a lot as well. So good.

Tim and Jackson save AJ’s mom from the heist that takes place. Angela luckily happened to be guarding the target as an off duty side gig. It was wrapped up nicely. They were able to keep AJ's mom from being charged since she was coerced. The ending is super sweet. Get to see Tim/Jackson playing with AJ. His mom watching on. Tim looks so happy and once again in his element. Bragging about how he was one of the top QBs in the state. Eric Weddle shows back up gives Tim crap. Says his interceptions were always perfect spirals ha

Ep ends super sweet Tim/AJ squaring off against Eric and Jackson. Lots of trash talking snd cuteness haha Perfect way to end the SL. Love this so for them individually so very much. Tim for showing his compassion and sharing his past with AJ. Lucy for growing and learning about herself as a cop. Harper becoming an ally for her is huge.

Fantastic episode. Thanks to all who continue to like/comment (love me some comments), and reblog. You are amazing and I appreciate you all.

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Side notes-Non chenford

Not really much two main SLs were Tim and Lucy separately. So I will say I did like Nolan and the doctor. They had a good background and chemistry. Too bad they didn't work out.

Shall see you all in 2x08 :)

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on s6 #s2 #2x07 Safety #2x07 #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #tim bradford x lucy chen #nyla harper #the rookie

[melaninpov]

My Final Thoughts…

*excuse the grammatical errors*

This is the result of trying to force something that God doesn’t have in store for you. The moment he saw that she wasn’t on his level he should’ve chunked the deuces. The moment he realized they weren’t equally yolked he should’ve closed that door. The moment he knew she wasn’t following the plan, he should’ve called the relationship off. But no he was so desperate for love that he was willing to settle with her and now look. Im sure she still has a career while his is in the toilet. All of his hard work, his talent, his accomplishments, just overshadowed by one night.

Curse me if you want. Harass me if you want. Call me out of my name. Please exemplify the abusive behavior you accuse Majors of having. I don’t give a f**k because deep down inside I don’t believe that he’s an abuser. She said out of her own mouth that he’s never abused her before that night. And all I saw that night was him shoving her back into a car after she was harassing him for his property. As someone who has survived physical, emotional, and sexual abuse throughout the years, for me to believe that he’s this abuser people claim him to be, I will need to see some evidence. And I’m not talking about out of context texts with the alleged victim’s messages redacted (so prosecution can paint the picture they want). I’m not talking about an alleged illegal audio recording that proves nothing but he expects her to act accordingly in public instead of a drunken fool. I’m not talking about alleged exe’s who made claims under anonymity without proof (btw isn’t it weird that the person who claimed to have spoken to them people and convinced them to go to Rolling Stone deleted all tweets mentioning it 🤔). I’m talking about hard 👏🏾 core 👏🏾 evidence 👏🏾 that speaks for itself. And I have yet to see that. Not because I’m a fan. Not because I don’t believe women. Not because I don’t believe victims. But because it hasn’t come out yet. If it even exists. And until then I’m going to continue to support Mr. Majors, and whoever doesn’t like it can just keep scrolling. Simple.

It’s going to take time but it’s not over for him yet. I pray he gets help for his traumas. And honestly, even though I don’t like the fact that Grace pretended to be unconscious after admitting in text to her friend that she didn’t remember how she got her bruises but the moment she saw police she lied and immediately accused Majors; or how she used suicide as a manipulation tactic to keep a man who was allegedly cheating; or how she lied and said she was afraid of him even though she chased him for blocks, assaulted him, used his credit cards, and refused to leave his penthouse. I pray she gets the help she needs. There’s a reason she drinks a lot, a reason she’s codependent on a partner and I hope she heals from whatever trauma that has plagued her.

Judging by his attorney’s words, I sense an appeal coming. And I fully support that. I also believe that nothing and no one can stop what God has planned for you. With that being said, Jonathan Majors will be just fine.

All I’ve asked during this time is that people wait for him to have his day in court, and even though I disagree with the verdict, I understand that we have our own opinions so now it’s fair game 🤷🏽‍♀️. To the Tumblr bloggers who I’ve gotten close to on this topic, don’t be a stranger 🤗

#jonathan majors #melaninpov #grace jabbari

[yoomschoocs]

@fair-game-week Day 1 - Cultural Differences / Food

And so it begins, another week for my fav old men!!

As always, I will be collaborating with @cara-kira  who did the lines for today, and I did the coloring and lighting!

Looking forward to seeing the amazing works for this week!! 👀💖🏳️‍🌈

The outfits and general vibe might feel familiar, as this is based off Cara's old FG Chasing Cars comic!! It's still up on his profile, so go check it out ;)

#yoom's art #fairgameweek2023 #fgw2023 #rwby #qrow branwen #clover ebi #fair game #So excited!!

[yellobb]

Y’all I just found out about the 1904 Olympics marathon and I am losing my mind over how batshit insane it was. Buckle up y’all because this is one hell of a story

For some historical context, the 1904 Olympics were held in St. Louis and it was the first Olympics hosted in the U.S. It was paired up with the 1904 World’s Fair, so there was a hell of a lot going on in the city at the time

First, let’s meet some of our contestants:

American Thomas Hicks and four other Americans were all experienced marathoners

American Fred Lorz, who was able to compete after placing in a “special five mile race” sponsored by the Amateur Athletic Association. He did all his training at night

Ten Greeks who had never run a marathon before

Two South African men from the Tsuana tribe who were in St. Louis as part of the World’s Fair. They were apparently the first black Africans to compete in the Olympics, which is super cool. Less cool was the fact that they weren’t wearing any shoes

Cuban Félix Carbajal, a 5ft (1.5m) tall man who had fundraised his journey to the Olympics. This man got to New Orleans, lost all his money on a dice game, then had to walk and hitchhike his way to St. Louis. Mind you, that is almost 700 miles. He shows up to the race, having not eaten in 40 hours, dressed like THIS:

This man gets another bullet point because apparently his trousers were all the way down to his boots when he got there. Another Olympian took pity on him and cut them with scissors

Now for the race itself. It is in the 90s (32 degrees Celsius) and humid. For some god awful reason, they decided to start the race at 3pm, so it’s the hottest part of the day. The course is only 24.85 miles (40km) long instead of a standard 26.2, but that doesn’t mean this was an easier race. On the fucking contrary, it was hellish. I’ll let the Smithsonian article about this explain it because they do it much better than I ever could:

Now, I’ve never ran a marathon before, but I looked it up and the current recommendation is that water stations are placed every two miles.

The race is a go and things are off to a nasty start. American William Garcia almost becomes the first fatality of an Olympic event because he inhaled so much dust that his stomach was hemorrhaging. He was found unconscious by the side of the road by a local couple and had to be hospitalized. Apparently he would have bled to death if he’d been left for an hour longer.

But the dust isn’t the only issue. Apparently, Len Taunyane, one of our South African participants, gets chased a mile off course by wild dogs. He still placed 9th.

Probably my favorite participant is our boy Félix. Félix was stopping to chat with spectators in the middle of an Olympic race. At one point he stopped a car because he saw that the riders were eating peaches and asked if he could have some. They refused, but he snatched two anyway and ate them while he ran. He later came across an orchard and stopped to eat some apples, but apparently the apples were rotten, so he got stomach cramps and took a nap. HE STILL GOT FOURTH PLACE. That’s how much of a shitshow this race was, and we’re not even done.

Fred Lorz starts getting cramps around the 9-mile mark and decides to hitch a ride with one of the cars that is guiding them. He’d been leading the charge for a while and was a crowd favorite to win.

The other leader of the pack and favorite to win, Thomas Hicks, started having to use a support crew at the 10-mile mark. He was begging them for water, but they refused. He somehow managed to keep trucking along, though.

Seven miles from the finish line, Hicks’ handlers started feeding him egg whites mixed with strychnine, which is literally rat poison. There were literally no rules against performance-enhancing drugs yet, so this was apparently above-board.

Lorz gets out of the car he was riding in after 11 miles and just,,,, kept running????? He finished the race and was declared the winner. He was about to be given a gold medal when “someone called an indignant halt to the proceedings with the charge that Lorz was an imposter.” Lorz claimed it was all a joke and that he wouldn’t have actually accepted the award, but was still banned from competing in future marathons. That is, of course, until this decision was overturned in time for him to run in and win the Boston Marathon the next year.

Now Hicks had seen Lorz pass by. He was not doing too hot at all, but finding out that Lorz had been disqualified and he was still in the lead helped his motivation. He was given another dose of egg whites and strychnine with some brandy to wash it down, which, sure. Why the fuck not at this point?

At this point, he began to hallucinate. He started to believe that he had 20 more miles left to go instead of just two. He kept begging for food and rest, but his handlers just gave him more brandy and two more egg whites because of course he was. By the time he made it to the finish line, he was literally being carried by his handlers while his feet shuffled, but that was apparently good enough and he was declared the winner.

It took four doctors and a full hour for Hicks to recover enough to even leave the area after the race. He apparently lost eight fucking pounds during the course of the race. Hicks pretty much retired from racing after that (I wonder why) and became a professional clown, which really is just the cherry on top

Of the 32 people who competed in the race, only 14 finished. After everything, they literally almost removed the marathon as an Olympic event because it was deemed “indefensible on any ground but historic,” and honestly? After reading all that fuckery, I can’t even blame them.

Another note about Félix, because this man baffles me: apparently he was sponsored by the Greek government to compete in a 1906 marathon in Athens, but he never turned up. Newspapers in Cuba claimed he died, but he just??? Showed up a year later in Havana perfectly fine. Turns out he managed to get the date of the marathon wrong.

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#m rambles #long post #history #Olympics #st. louis #circa 1904 #the more you know #I just needed to share this with you all #I almost just linked the articles I read but I felt impassioned to type everything out #what a wild ride

[sunflowersteves]

i can’t stop thinking about steve x reader where they’re taking dustin to like a renaissance fair or something and the readers not as into it but is still a huge nerd about it once they get there and steve has been complaining about going the entire morning but as soon as he sees how excited the reader (and dustin) are his mood changes and he just looks so fond for the entire day (and tries to secretly buy like all the trinkets the reader picks up during the day). if you would wanna write something around that?

stop this is literally so cute, i love this idea sm, join fruity four saturday <3

"Do we really have to go?" Steve whines, shifting the gear to park. You roll your eyes at him and nudge his shoulder. “We’re already here, Stevie.”

You and Steve drove to Indianapolis to take Dustin to the Renaissance fair for the weekend. Dustin really wanted Steve to go—like bending down on his knees and pleading until Steve felt bad. 

In retrospect, you wanted to go too. Unknownst to Steve, you had already made plans with Eddie to go and didn’t want to rope Steve into this. You knew it wasn’t his thing, and that didn’t bother you at all. 

Once you found out that Dustin convinced Steve to go, you knew you could wait a few more days until the weekend, so Dustin didn’t have to miss any class. Eddie and the whole group were already there, most likely making their dnd campaigns come to life. 

Much to yours and Dustin's dismay, though, Steve had been complaining about leaving the house all morning. It was just a teeny bit annoying.

“Why can’t we just stay in and watch movies?” “Henderson, don’t you have homework?” “Baby, do we have to? Can’t we just lay in bed?” “What if Robin goes with you?”

Dustin finally cracked, “Shit, Steve! Leave if you don’t want to go! y/n can drive me by themselves!” His little outburst—the car sat in the driveway as Steve was about to put it in reverse and back out of the driveway, had Steve’s mouth shut tight. 

Now, you all have arrived. The sweet burning smell of turkey legs disguised as “mutton” wafted through the air, and people fluttered around with medieval dresses and tunics—laughing about. Songs voiced by chants and melodies sprung from mandolins made Dustin’s eyes shine a little bit brighter. 

“C’mon, guys!” Dustin is pulling you and Steve by the arm and racing through the entrance. You’re laughing along with him—a gleeful smile spread across your lips. Steve could’ve sworn his heart stopped. 

You and Dustin walk around and look at all of the neat booths, gasping and giggling excitedly at the cool items. Steve was just following along, almost looking like a lost puppy. 

However, Steve was a little impressed, he’s not going to lie. The booths set up like Witch’s shop or Greevin’s Tavern were quite clever and excessively decorated. And when you and Dustin found Merlin’s Beard’s wand shop?

Yeah, it was game over. 

Steve could’ve sworn that you two had stayed in that shop for at least an hour, especially when Dustin had the smart idea of getting an indigo wand for Will the Wise. 

A small frown washes over his face at the price tag. He knew they were handmade, so he should have assumed they were going to be a bit out of his price range.

You saw Dustin pull out his wallet—ten dollars was all he had. You nudged Steve, giving him a look, and you could feel his mom's senses kick in. “Henderson, move.”

You and Steve kind of shove him out of the way, looking through your wallets for any loose change. 

“Thank you for your purchase, kind peasants.”

Steve snorts, then something dawns on him. “Hey, didn’t you say Eddie was supposed to be here?” 

You nodded at Steve, “Should we go look for him?”

Dustin shouted excitedly, “Yes!” before bolting around the different booths trying to look for the dungeon master himself. 

“Hey!” You try to chase after the kid, but he’s getting away pretty quickly, which leaves Steve in the dust. 

He’s not too worried, though. He knows you’ll find him eventually. Just as Steve thinks he should keep up with you, his feet halt to a stop. Perfectly sewn and intricately designed, fresh leathered notebooks were on full display at one of the shops. 

He smiles and quickly picks up the best one, the brown leather notebook with fairy designs. He knew you would love it.

Sooner or later, Steve ends up stopping at another shop because he found a mug you would like. Then he stopped at an ocarina booth because he saw a blue and purple one—he immediately thought of you. He stops at another shop when he sees a little fairy crown, and then another and another. 

Eventually, his arms are full of trinkets, knick-knacks, and honestly anything that was in his line of sight. The keepers of the booths were bright-eyed with smiles from his purchases. 

“Steve? What are those things?” You poke your head over to him, curiosity getting the best of you. He had been gone for quite some time, and you were starting to miss his presence. 

He stutters, shyly smiling at you. “They’re all for you.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, “damn, Harrington.”

You giggled, pressing a sweet kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Steve! I love them so much! Let me see! Let me see!”

You’re practically jumping up and down in an attempt to look at all his gifts that filled up to the top of his chin. He’s just looking at you, though, a shine is in his eyes. He can’t believe he calls you his. A warmth overflowing his chest makes his heart soar. 

“Jus’ can’t stop thinking about you, sweetheart.”

#fruity four saturday˚ ༘♡ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff

[wolfverse-stories]

Falling In Reverse

(Reverse robins)

Chapter 4

     "Hello, Father" Damian called getting out of his car. Wally jumped out of the passenger side.

     "Why is he here"? Bruce asked pointing to the red-headed speedster.

     "To make sure Damian doesn't lose his temper" Wally smiled.

     "Ok, Jason's in the library" Wally and Damian both walked to the library, while Bruce went back to his study.

     "Greetings Todd," Damian said in his usual cold voice.

     "A tad bit frosty there big bird" Wally playfully jabbed him.

     "If you don't stop calling me that I'll break your leg" Damian glared.

     "That's the spirit"Wally rolled his eyes "Hey Jason I'm Wally"

     "I know you're, Kid Flash," Jason said not looking up from his book.

     "Do you people not believe in privacy?" Wally said turning to Damian.

     "Come on we're going to play ball" Damian dragged Jason outside by his hoodie.

     "That's not how you handle kids" Wally chased after him.

Timeskip      The three of them played catch silently for about an hour until Jason purposely hit it over the fence making Damian go get it.

     "Todd that's rude" Damian grunted earning a chuckle from Wally. "And what may I ask is so funny?"

     "You are literally the rudest person I know" Wally laughed "You made Superman cry"

     "He was asking for it," Damian said picking up the ball.

     "He just said he liked your drawing" Wally grinned.

     "Did I ask him to look at my drawing?" Damian threw the ball in the air.

     "It was on the fridge for goodness sake" Wally hit the ball over to Jason "And that was no reason to chase him with a Kryptonite sword"

     "He was fine I was very careful not to kill him" Damian caught the ball.

     "You were such a hateful kid" Walley smirked "Actually you're still hateful" he quickly dodged as Damian tossed the ball at his head. The ball went right through the brick wall and knocked down a large tree.

     "And people say I have anger issues," Jason said looking through the hole.

     "How about some video games" Wally suggested nervously.

     "Sounds good to me" Damian agreed "I need to blow off some steam"

     "How much steam could you have after knocking down a wall?" Jason said raising an eyebrow.

Time skip      Wally sat on the couch watching Damian and Jason play the PlayStation. Jason used a cheat code to get to the top causing Damian to lose.

     "Hey, you little twerp" Damian started to tickle Jason causing the kid to bust out laughing. Wally smiled watching them as a faint memory played in his mind.

Flashback

     Tim, Wally, and Damian were all sitting on the floor in front of the TV playing video games.

     "Here," Tim tossed Damian one of the PlayStation controllers. Damian started to play when he noticed that all the buttons had been switched.

     "Hey, you little twerp!" Damian tackled Tim. He started to tickle Tim "Say it"

     "No fair" Tim started to laugh so hard he was about to cry. Suddenly the ending sound came on.

     "I WON!!!" Wally shouted jumping on the couch, as his character appeared on the Victory screen. "In your face!" While Wally was busy gloating Damian and Tim grinned at each other. Suddenly they pulled Wally off the couch and started tickling him.

     "Hey cut that out!"Wally started laughing it tickled too much for him to be able to get away.

     Damian looked over to see Wally looking distracted he turned to Jason who understood the signal and nodded.

     "You never learn do you West?" Damian and Jason pulled Wally off the couch.

     "Hey stop that!" Wally tried to pull away but it was no use "Help!" Alfred peered through the doorway to make sure no one was being killed. He smiled when he saw the three boys getting along maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

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