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1-800-local-slut · 7 months

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Graveyard Shift

Klaus Mikaelson x black! fem! nurse! Reader

Warnings: none, Klaus being a baby

Klaus maybe a creature of the night but since he got a girlfriend, he's not fond of spending the night alone. When her job gives her yet another graveyard shift, Klaus starts to really feel the pain of her absence. The only thing he can do is go visit her of course. Only one problem- she's a nurse

“Again?” Rebekah asked, watching the vampire grab her car keys and yawn. It was the fifth night shift of the week. For weeks now, since this whole COVID thing began, they’d been seeing less and less of the young vampire.

“Someone needs to save our food, Bex. How it works is, if everyone gets sick and dies, then we can’t eat. If we can’t eat, then we get sick and we won’t die. We’ll just be very uncomfortable.” Rebekah rolled her eyes, as she watched her brother's girlfriend adjust her scrubs and the pink bandanna wrapped around her 4c hair.

She was a nurse, a damn good one at that. New Orleans born and raised until 6, New York from 6-18 then and California educated, she’d finally moved back to NOLA just ten months ago. Just when she was getting used to the hustle of being a nurse and living in a new state, she finally felt stable enough to allow herself a night out. After a night clubbing with some friends and a very unfortunate fall down the steps leading to her apartment (the elevator in her apartments never worked) she woke up with an insatiable hunger. That hunger drove her to eat her landlord.

In her defense, it was his fault for refusing to fix the elevator. She fought it off for as long as she could. However, when she went to file her complaint, he was just so arrogant about it that she couldn’t take it anymore. She took her hand, went from sternum to clavicle with her teeth lodged in his neck.

Now she was dating Klaus Mikaelson, the man who her landlord had some business with. On that fateful night, Klaus came looking for him. Instead he found her eating the man's heart with such passion that it reminded him of himself after he’d gotten a bit too hangry. Long story short, after he had to really work for it they’d now been together for three months. So here she was, with a tiny mirror sitting on the counter top of the kitchen, his sister sitting across from her having a late night snack of popcorn and blood.

“I’m not sure why you bother. If it’s not a virus, they're out there killing each other themselves.” Rebekah responded as she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She took a sip from the blood pouch in her hand and her blue eyes followed Elijah walking in. Her brother loosened his tie, and rolled his sleeves up before pulling the fridge open and pulling a blood pouch of his own out.

“Goodnight. Work again?” Elijah asked with a raised eyebrow. She nodded in response, her curly hair bouncing up and down over her forehead. Elijah gave an amused smirk and ran his fingers through his short hair. Leaning against the fridge, he looked her up and down.

“Leave her be Rebekah. She’s saving our food so we don’t have to.” With a scoff, the nurse pouted at Elijah and stole the pouch from Rebekah’s hand.

“Hey-”

“I need to eat.” She shrugged, pulling her book bag onto her shoulders.

“You’re going to a hospital, you can literally get all the food you want! There’s probably a higher variety there too.” After a moment, the nurse shrugged and tossed the near empty bag back to Rebekah.

“When Klaus gets home, tell him I got called in. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” With that, she was gone, off to save the lives of the many citizens of NOLA. Elijah and Rebekah waved goodbye as she walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door. The moment the front door closed, and they heard her car cruise out of their driveway Rebekah let out a sigh.

“I’m not prepared for another one of Klaus’s ‘I miss her tantrums.’ ” Rebekah grumbled, sliding off the chair. Her heels clacked against the floor and she started walking out of the kitchen, Elijah shook his head. He slurped up the rest of his late dinner and tossed the bag into the trash bin behind him.

“I don’t think we’ll ever be.” Elijah responded with an amused chuckle.

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“I have to go to work Klaus.”

“No you don’t, you have to stay here. With me.” Klaus groaned as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. She rolled her eyes, running her fingers through Klaus’s curly blonde hair. Klaus’s eyes trailed to the contrast of her dark thighs against his pale skin. As an artist, Klaus loved seeing colors contrast. It was one of the things Klaus loved most about staring at his girlfriend.

Her curly black hair blending in with the dark black of his covers, whatever color bonnet popping against her dark skin, her deep brown eyes that reminded Klaus of a smooth hot chocolate. The way her skin glimmered and her hair shone in the sun and moon light. Lately though, Klaus hasn’t seen much of her in the moonlight. Every night for the past three weeks Klaus’s girlfriend has been stolen away from him.

Called into work to deal with the ill masses of Klaus’s city. Coming home immediately unable to do anything more than sleep and maybe muster up a wish for some food. Klaus always had a deep respect for medics. From the ones he grew up with who would disinfect his wounds after a fight with his father, to Rebekah’s friend’s he’d bedded in the past. All those who help keep his city up and running. Lord only knows Klaus would never be able to help with the sick. He wouldn’t be able to manage the crying families, the sick elderly. God forbid someone throws up onto him, that would probably be the one thing that Klaus has no idea how he’d react too.

He groaned, pushing his face into her hip. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Klaus was still on his stomach. Face squished into her soft body, Klaus inhaled her scent deeply. The next time he smelt her, she wouldn’t smell like the scent he was used to. She wouldn’t smell like her and Klaus hated that thought.

Her hand pushed Klaus’s head off her and a grunt escaped him.

“I gotta go baby. You have things to do as well, don’t you?

“I do, but I’d rather stay here and do you.” She laughed in response. The laugh that made Klaus’s knees go weak. Her head rolled, neck cracking and stretched out her arms. After a brief moment, she shook off the weariness from her bones and flopped down next to Klaus.

“Hello darling.” Klaus whispered, face impossibly close to hers. Her nose nuzzled against his and her chuckled.

“ Look, I miss you too and I’m sorry that I can’t stay. I’m sorry we haven’t been spending much time together. How about this weekend, we go somewhere? No work, nothing. I promise.” A soft hand, scented with cocoa butter and coconuts pressed against Klaus’s cheek. A large hand covered hers and allowed a moment of vulnerability. To show her just how badly he wanted her.

“Do you promise?” Klaus asked with a blink. A nod was his response, as she sat up. Fluffing out the flattened parts of her hair, Klaus gave her butt a soft pat.

She giggled, planting a soft kiss to the space right next to his ear. She climbed out of the bed with a content sigh. Klaus flopped over onto his back, watching her scamper off into the bathroom. Klaus sighed, knowing it would be forever and a day before he could see his girlfriend again.

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“I can’t stand for this!” Klaus threw his hands out in exasperation, motioning to the empty spot on the chair in the sitting room.

The siblings were relaxing in the sitting room, enjoying a lovely evening. Rebekah was steadfastly scribbling designs in her notebook, Elijah was reading a book and Klaus was trying and failing to focus on a painting. The sunny landscape he was trying to draw wouldn’t come out right no matter what, and it was because his brain just wouldn’t focus.

Three days. It had been three days since Klaus had properly seen his girlfriend for more than a passing moment. Three days since he’d kissed her, and held her hands, and smelt her intoxicating scent. Three days and his world felt darker and bleaker than ever.

“Stand for what?” Elijah asked, shutting his book and perching his hand on his chin. Hayley waddled in and chuckled, rubbing her stomach.

“I haven’t seen my own girlfriend in days. I miss her! I can’t just demand she returns home, but I can’t not see her.”

“For God's sake Nik. You can only wait for her, it’s not her fault you have the patience of a toddler.” Rebekah growled. She was never a fan of noise when she tried working. Klaus’s complaining was certainly ruffling her blonde feathers.

Plopping down next to Elijah, who whispered a soft greeting to her, Hayley tossed her curly hair over her shoulder.

Klaus grumbled and threw his paintbrush down onto his easel. It was no use just being in the room without her sitting there. Her not being there reading, chatting with all of them or doing something to her hair was driving him mad.

“Why not just go visit her?” Hayley asked, taking a bite of the candy bar she pulled out of her pocket.

“At the hospital?” Klaus asked. Elijah raised a curious eyebrow. Anyone with eyes who knew Klaus long enough knew that wasn’t a good idea. This same man turned a woman for coughing too loud and burned her alive while her daughter watched. Long story short, Klaus does not do well with the sick.

“And do what? Distract her from her job?” Rebekah snorted, while examining a cloth next to the small station she’d created for herself on the couch.

Klaus opened his mouth to protest but was stopped by Elijah putting up a hand.

“Niklaus surely you know she wouldn’t be able to pay attention to you. You’d end up just sitting around waiting for her.” Elijah attempted to be the voice of reason as always but he could already see the gears turning in Klaus’s brain.

A moment of silence fell over the room, the fireplace crackling behind all of them. Klaus sunk onto the couch on the opposite end of Hayley. His arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes looked a mix of frustrated and sad. Everyone took just a moment to stare at him but then went back to their activities.

“What if I had a reason for her to pay attention to me?”

Hayley snapped her neck to the side and stared at Klaus. Rebekah slowly looked up, her forehead wrinkling and raised an eyebrow. Elijah could only sigh, holding his forehead with his thumb and index finger.

“What are you on about?”

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“Did they just call for me?” The nurse asked, swallowing a gulp of water and pulling her mask back up. It slightly irked her wearing it, knowing she personally was at no risk. But still she wasn’t sure how transmission of the disease would work, and risking carrying COVID to Hayley and the baby was the last thing she wanted to do. She was unsure if Hayley could even catch COVID but the risk was simply too high.

The speaker just muttered what sounded like a gibberish version of her name, even with the supernatural hearing of the vampire.

“I think so. A patient is requesting you and only you.” Strange. Her coworker slipped her own mask down, and reapplied some chapstick. With a sigh the woman rose up, fluffing out her curly hair that seemed to be shrinking more with each passing moment. All she wanted was a moment where she could slip away and do something to prevent the nightmare that would be combing it out later.

“Third floor, room 19. David James.” The other nurse informed, giving her friend a supportive pat on the shoulder. The two walked down the hallways, crocs slapping against the floor as doctors and other nurses ran past them.

“Patient came in and said he tumbled down his steps. Broken leg, 3 fractured ribs, a punctured lung, and a head injury. Looks more like he tumbled into traffic if you ask me.” It was rare these days to have a patient that wasn’t there in pain from COVID these days.

The vampire welcomed the small break from seeing people despair. From watching everyone from small children to elders be hooked up to a machine to breathe. Patients constantly on FaceTime or holding up their devices for them so they could at the very least be seen by their families. This was easy. This was just some guy who took a tumble and wouldn’t need ventilation.

“Thanks Melissa, I’ll see you later.” Stepping into the elevator, she began the descent from the fourth floor to the third. The elevator dinged and she stepped down the hallway. A strange feeling bubbled in her stomach, like something good was about to happen.

It scared her but excited her all the same. Weird, usually at work the only time she felt joy or achievement was when she was able to do her job correctly.

She approached the door and pushed it open after knocking. A gruff ‘come in’ was her response. All she could muster up was a blank stare at the moment.

“Babe…” was all she could say after about twenty seconds of staring.

Why was her indestructible vampire boyfriend sitting on a bed staring at her with a cheesy grin? And why did he supposedly have a broken leg, 3 fractured ribs, a punctured lung, and a head injury?

“Hello darling.” Klaus smiled and got up with ease, both legs meeting the ground.

“Hi…how are you? What is this?” She asked through a flustered laugh. He engulfed her in one of the hugs she missed so much and suddenly it hit her just how much she really missed her boyfriend. How tired she really was and how much she just wanted to go home.

She had been pushing it off, for the sake of getting her job done, but still missed him deeply. She missed his large hands holding hers. His hands giving her a nice back rub and his soft lips planting kisses on her face. His scent, his voice, his wicked humor. Everything really.

“This is a patient of yours that needs immediate medical care. I’ve been feeling this strange emptiness, my heart hurts too. My arms constantly feel empty too, like something is just missing.” Klaus gave her some way to look up at him, and he slipped her mask down her face.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and she giggled.

“I missed you too, you big baby.”

#black reader #fem reader #x reader #x black reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #klaus x reader #hayley marshall #the originals

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rheya28 · 11 months

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CAFE NOLA - Sim 4 Cafe [CC]

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Hi guys, here’s a modern café for your coffee loving sims. The lot has an outdoor seating, a loft, and a sunken seating space. This specific lot was created in Magnolia Promenade and it’s probably one of the nicest lot I’ve ever made. I did used a lot of CC, which are listed below if you’re interest. Please make sure to turn on bb.moveobjects on!

♥ Lot Details:

Lot Name: Café Nola

Lot size: 30x30

♥ MODS:

TOOL MOD by TwistedMexi

♥ CC LIST:

Lustrousims: Solid Texture Walls

Awingedllama: Blooming Rooms kit

KKB: Citrus Room

S-imagination: Nota Living Room, Rutland Kitchen

Sooky: Gallery Wall Posters 5, Gallery Wall Posters

Harrie: Bafroom, Harluxe, Brutalist, Octave pt 1, Octave pt 2, Octave pt 4, Spoon pt 1, Spoons pt 2, Spoons pt 3, Livin’ Rum, Kichen

Felixandresims: Baysic, Chateau pt 2, Florence pt 1, Grove pt 1, Grove pt 2, Grove pt 4, Kyoto pt 2, Paris pt 2, Shop the look

CharlyPancakes: The lighthouse collection, Modish, Slouch

ArtVitalex: Florence Wall Shelf

Kaiso: Rusti.co Office

Kiwisims: Blockhouse Living pt 2

Max20: Computer + Landline Phone

Little Dica: Greasy Goods, Rise and Grind

MadameRia: Back to Basics Kitchen

Myshunosun: Garden stories, Serene Bathroom, Daria Bedroom, Herbalist Kitchen

Peacemaker: Creta Indoor Outdoor Kitchen, graciously Georgian

Pierisim: ColdBrew, MCM pt 1, Winter Garden pt 2

Sforzinda: Espresso grind-o-matic, Impress-O Espresso Machine

Simkoos: Clutter dump

Sixam: Stylish Wood Living room

Surelysims: Office Space

Syboubou: Galileo Books pile, highschool Classroom Walllight,

Taurus Design: Eliza Bedroom

Tuds: Cave, SHKR, Wave,

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♥ Origin ID: Applez

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bitchinbarzal · 5 months

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“what’s a nola?” — the barzal’s

the morning of thanksgiving was slow. It was the grandparents getting up with the babies so mat and mom could sleep in.

when they finally emerged from their room the littles yelled out to tell them what had happened in the last hour that they’d missed, Wyatt just babbled and played with the egg that was on her plate.

“Mama look nonna is baking cookies with us!” Ivy yelled and her mom circled the kitchen island to see them.

“Oh wow baby, good job” kissing her hair and wishing her mother in law a good morning.

At lunchtime Wyatt was asleep in her dad’s arms and the Barzal’s had landed themselves on the couch all cuddled up together watching the thanksgiving day parade.

“Mama?” Ryder asks and she says

“Yeah baby?”

“What are you thankful for?”

She pretends to contemplate for a minute before she says “Lots of things! I’m thankful for the devils, the islanders, nonna, auntie li, grandpa, uncle beau, I’m thankful for daddy, Ivy, Bailey, you, Wyatt and Nola I have so much to be thankful for baby”

Bailey scrunches his face up and turns to Mat before whispering really loudly “What’s a Nola?”

The room falls quiet and Ivy hits her little brother “Don’t say that”

Mat removes Ivy’s hand from Bailey and says “It’s ok Ivy, he’s just curious”

Then he turns to Bailey again “Nola was our first baby, she is your big sister, bigger than Ivy”

“Where is she?”

Mama sighs softly and pulls him closer “She’s in heaven baby, she’s up in heaven with all of ryry’s special pets and grandma.. we still love her though”

Bailey looks at Ryder and holds his hand “Nola looks after Mr Wriggly”

Mr Wriggly was Ryders pet worm that Bailey stood on by accident and Ryder was traumatised that his worm would be “alone in heaven”

The parents look at one another before they pull the littles closer and say “She’s looking out for all of us”

#the barzals #life of ivy

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fandoms--fluff · 1 year

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Dating Hope Mikaelson Headcannons

Making sure she takes breaks from working too hard and think about herself for a period of time when a threat may come along cause she'll overwork herself too much

When you guys met, she froze up and wasn't able to complete a coherent sentence after a good couple of minutes

Helping her through panic attacks or whenever her memories decide to wash through her mind

Being the only one she's comfortable being vulnerable around

You guys sometimes just go out in the woods to let out aggression (you feel bad for the trees whenever you kick them a lot or throw stuff though)

Being ready to attack Alaric every time he brings up her dead parents and uncle to win an argument

^Her also having to literally pull you away before you stab him in creative ways

You both being extremely protective of each other

Cuddling whenever you guys are in bed, no matter what. Even if you have an 'argument' (which would be really small and funnily stupid)

When she gets nightmares, you'd comfort her and cradle her against your chest

Hope and Lizzie either act as mortal enemies or the best of friends, there's no inbetween

^causing lot's of disappointing or confused sighs coming from you and Josie. Literally one minute you'll guys have to stop them from trying to kill eachother and the next you'll be staring at the two of them cuddled together on the couch, scrolling on their phones as if nothing happened

If you're a vampire then you'd show her memories of your past and how you grew up, how different it was I'm the past centuries (being an older vampire and going to the school only becuase you met Hope)

^and maybe knowing her mischievous Uncle Kol for a long time and surprising her with the first thing you do, which is insulting him when she takes you with her to NOLA to meet her family. (The look on everyone's face is priceless from your 'boldness' of talking to an original like that for the first time) - as if that's your first time

Her sometimes acting as if she's 'too badass' for cuddles at night, but then won't stop pouting till you hold her

Helping her through when she lost Hayley, Klaus and Elijah

Hope trying to hold back a laugh every time you guys are currently facing a monster because you insult them multiple times before the fight even begins. Starting with how they dress and ending up with telling them instead of just taking a bit of revenge, try and go for something way better and exciting, getting an insulted facial expression. Every. Time.

Building a blanket fort I your guys' dorm and cuddling while watching movies in it at night

You two should never be alone with the younger students (4-8 year olds) because it turns straight into chaos the moment you're alone

^Alaric learned that the hard way when coming back from a meeting

Sneaking into town together to go to the grill, ordering food, playing darts, and maybe some pool. Acting like normal teenagers for once

Her nuzzling herself into you as much as she can when she gets her period (before she turns)

Baking cookies together, but you quickly kick her out of the baking space so she's just watching because it'll turn into a disaster with her lack of knowledge about kitchen equipment if you don't

Teaching her a very old language so if you want to talk without prying ears, you guys can (you'd be a vamp here)

Dancing in the woods together whenever it's pouring rain

Attempting to make slime together (p.s. it doesn't end well)

Having movie marathons of watching Harry Potter and Marvel

Ranting to each other at the end of the day about people or things that annoyed you guys. Alaric is in the top three of annoyance for both of you

If you could, you guys would stay in bed all day, cuddling

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labellenouvelle · 11 months

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A stunning Art-Deco nickel plated 1930s candy container rack. With a total of 12 large candy jars with domed bottom and spectacular 4 leaf clover design lids. Lids open and close smoothly and keep the container sealed. Rack has a bottom black glass shelf and stands on casters.

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rosesocietyy · 2 years

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Lestat's problem is that he lacks problems. maybe he had shit going on in France but this pathetic flip flop has no life outside of Louis in NOLA and it's so fucking funny to watch. He's a white attractive man that has shit fall on his lap and his endless supply of money means he doesn't need to get a job.

The funniest part is he can't even keep himself occupied with traditional housewife duties: they don't eat human food so he doesn't need to spend half his day in the kitchen cooking, he has servants that do the cleaning and they have no child to raise (for now) so he's just wandering around following Louis to his work, sitting in on meetings for no reason, and bothering his employees to amuse himself. Like why the fuck are you sluttily playing solitaire while Louis is scrambling desperately to keep his business afloat? SOLITAIRE! boy if you don't stand up and go do something productive I swear-

#in his Melanie trump era #so embarrassing goodness gracious #MOVEEEE #ACTTTT #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv #amc iwtv spoilers #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac

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fluentmoviequoter · 12 hours

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Accidental CI

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!reader

Summary: When your employer's name comes up in a case, your best friend Deacon calls to ask for your help. He leads you into a dangerous situation, and you come out as more than friends.

Warnings: r works an unspecified corporate job, mentions weapon trafficking and guns, threats, mostly fluff!

Word Count: 3.1k+ words

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“Hi, Deac,” you greet as you open the door.

“How was work?” he asks.

“It was fine. My boss forgot to start a software update last night so we didn’t have computer access until after lunch.”

“So, you got paid to sit there and do nothing?”

“Which isn’t that much different than most days,” you tease. “What about you? Any crazy calls?”

You lead Deacon into your kitchen, and his smile widens when he sees dinner waiting on your counter. He pulls you into a quick hug before telling you about his day at work.

“No injuries?” you ask softly.

“No injuries,” he assures. “What about you; any paper cuts that need tending to?”

“Just mental injuries for me. Our financial statements aren’t aligning like they should and if it’s not fixed by the next audit, someone’s getting in trouble.”

“What do you think caused it?”

“Oversight or adding the same bill twice, I’d guess. But I think we should talk about something more exciting than my future IRS investigation.”

“Then let’s talk about that amazing dinner over there and I’ll remind you that Luca wants to have a cooking competition with you.”

Deacon has been your best friend since he moved in next door. You also harbor an ever-growing crush on him. When you saw him climb out of the moving truck the first day, you knew you wanted to be close. He’s got a stressful job, so if you can give him a break and a friend, that’s what you’ll do.

Deacon watches the screen in the situation room as Hondo explains the corporate espionage turned weapon trafficking case. It's a strange move, going from stealing trade secrets to transporting illegal weapons across borders and into areas with strict gun control laws. Metro found a lot of evidence, but when they located the weapons supply in their prime suspect’s corporate office, they called in 20 Squad.

“Wait, go back. Who’s the suspect?” Deacon asks.

His eyes search the monitor as Hondo returns to a page of surveillance photos.

“Elwin Dupree. You know him?” Hondo responds.

“Not personally, but I know someone who works for him.”

“CI?” Chris guesses.

“No. She might be willing to help, though.”

“Call her,” Hondo says.

Hicks adds, “Otherwise, we’re going in blind. Metro has intel but it’s not enough to avoid an ambush.”

Deacon nods and walks out of the room. He presses a contact from his favorites list before raising his phone to his ear.

“Remind me why we work here?” your desk neighbor, whom you lovingly call Nola, says as she sits across from you.

“Because the pay is good… and we’re desperate,” you offer, smiling as you accept your favorite drink.

“May I remind you that Dupree is an idiot who can’t even remember what he asks us to do?”

“Just smile and go with it, Nola, it’s the easiest way to handle it.”

“The man called me into his office yesterday, and then didn’t know why I was there,” she whispers.

“That’s probably a good thing for you. Considering your nickname is based off of your reply of no; lazy.”

“I am lazy! So, I don’t like to do things. He can fire me whenever he wants.”

You roll your eyes and prepare to reply but are interrupted by your cell phone ringing. You apologize to Nola before you answer it.

“Hey, it’s me,” Deacon says on the other end of the line.

“Indeed, it is. What’s going on?” you reply.

“How do you know something is going on?”

“It’s mid-morning on a weekday. And you never call me.”

“I call you all the time!” Deacon argues.

You laugh before you say, “Not when you’re at work.”

“Okay, fine, you’re right. Listen, we��re working on something, and your boss’s name came up.”

“Dupree?” you inquire. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you exactly what we’re looking into, but Hondo and Hicks wanted to know if you’d be willing to help us.”

“Of course. Tell me what to do,” you agree.

“Can you come down here?”

“Uh, yeah,” you answer. You open the calendar on your computer and add, “I can spare an hour and a half, is that enough time?”

“Absolutely. Thank you,” Deacon says.

“Anything for you.”

You hang up and gather your things before standing.

“Where are you off to? Please tell me you’re leaving to go on a date with the hot neighbor you always talk about,” Nola whispers.

“Not today. There was a slight mishap for some of our paperwork. I have to run to another office and get everything sorted out,” you lie. “I’ll have my cell if you need anything.”

“Dodging bullets left and right, aren’t you? Go ahead, I’ll watch your phone and fill in Dupree if he notices you’re gone.”

“Thanks, Nola.”

When you park outside the station, your thoughts begin spiraling. You sit in your seat and wonder if you made the right decision. Will you be in Deacon’s way or be too distracted by him to even help? What if something happens to him while you’re with him? What if he-

A tap on your window draws you from your questions. You turn your head and see Deacon looking at you through the glass. You send him a small smile as he opens your door and bends to look at you. His head tilts to this side, and when he lowers to a squat, his brown eyes distract you as he looks up at you.

“You okay? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he says gently.

“No, I want to. Just- I was thinking too much, I guess,” you reply.

Deacon nods and stands before offering his hand to help you out of your seat. He closes the door and ensures it’s locked before moving his hand to your back to lead you inside.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Hondo,” Hondo says as you enter.

You shake Hondo’s hand and introduce yourself as you follow him further into the station. He doesn’t waste any time as he begins explaining as much as he can about how your boss is involved in the case they’re working.

“We’d like to send you in the get additional details on the office and any other information you can find,” Hondo says. “We’ve got basic floor plans, but we need insider info.”

“She can’t go in alone,” Deacon argues. “We don’t know what he has in that office. If she starts asking questions and he gets suspicious-“

You cut Deacon off by laying a hand on his shoulder and asking, “What if you go in with me? It wouldn’t be that hard for me to lie about who you are; Dupree doesn’t know most of the people who work in the building. Plus, you know what to look for better than I do.”

Hondo looks at Deacon and waits for his reply. You feel Deacon sigh against your hand before agreeing to go into the office with you.

“There’s an employee entrance without metal detectors, but you have to swipe a keycard,” you explain. “They’ll know if you piggyback with me.”

“Our techs can make him a keycard,” Hondo assures. “If you have yours, they can copy parts of it.”

You nod and pass your card to Hondo. He turns and gives it to a passing officer with a few short instructions. Deacon pats your arm as he leaves to change; his uniform isn’t business casual, but he said he'd find something more fitting.

“20 Squad is going to be close by,” Hondo begins. “Deacon can say a word and we’ll be inside, but if you need help and get separated from Deacon, try to get to a window. Signaling for help is easiest with this; just keep it in your pocket or your hand and press the button if you need us.”

You accept the small device and slide it into your pocket. It’s invisible, and you nod as Hondo reassures you everything will be okay.

“I know you can’t tell me what exactly Dupree is doing, but you’re going to catch him, right?” you ask softly.

“Absolutely. Nobody can run from S.W.A.T.”

You scan your keycard and wait for Deacon to do the same before opening the door. The employee entrance is on the side of the building, and you smooth your hands over your hips nervously. When you feel the device Hondo gave you, you relax slightly.

“We’ll walk to my desk, look at a few papers, and then go in?” you suggest as Deacon gestures for you to enter.

“Sounds good,” he agrees.

“The suit looks good,” you mumble as you walk toward the elevator.

Deacon chuckles as the elevator door opens, and you smile as he shakes his head at your flattery. The elevator is quiet, and as you wait to arrive on your floor, you take a few deep breaths. Deacon’s hand finds your lower back, and he rubs small, comforting circles before the door opens.

“Still working on the paperwork issue?” Nola asks when you reach your desk.

“Yeah, we are. This is Ryan from the Santa Monica branch,” you say.

Nola’s eyes narrow at you before she looks at Deacon’s hand. He’s close to you, like always, but you don’t understand her look. You raise your brows, but she only shrugs before looking back at her computer.

“Was it this one?” you ask Deacon.

He takes the blank form from your hand and nods. “Yes, this is the one.”

You return the paper to its rightful place on your desk before leading Deacon down another hallway. Nola’s reaction confused you at first, yet you’re not surprised when Deacon gently grabs your hip to stop you in the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s fine. Just stay calm and remember our covers. Like you said, Dupree won’t know any difference,” Deacon soothes. “And the team’s waiting for our signal if we need them.”

You nod, and Deacon’s hands raise to your shoulders as he drops his chin to look into your eyes.

“You got this,” he promises.

“I need to discuss an urgent matter with Mr. Dupree,” you inform his secretary. “This is Mr. Ryan Davidson from the Santa Monica branch. There have been some discrepancies with paperwork submitted to their office, which needs Mr. Dupree’s immediate attention.”

His secretary raises the receiver of her desk phone and whispers into it. You turn to look at Deacon, and he tilts his head to the left to signal you to stay calm and wait.

“You can go on in,” the secretary says as she lowers the phone.

Deacon opens the door for you, and you step inside first.

“Hello,” Mr. Dupree greets. He doesn’t pretend to remember your name, you notice. “I heard there’s an issue with some paperwork?”

“Yes, sir,” Deacon says. “I’m Ryan Davidson with the Santa Monica office and we’ve been having issues; receiving incomplete or incorrect paperwork from this branch.”

“My sincerest apologies, Ryan. If you don’t mind, use that laptop there and sign into your account while I bring mine up. We’ll get this sorted.”

You stand back as Deacon walks to the table at the back of the office and opens the laptop. Mr. Dupree didn’t shake his hand, ask for identification, or take other proper steps before jumping to help. It’s suspicious, but probably not what Deacon and his team need.

“What kind of incorrect information have you seen?” Mr. Dupree asks. You open your mouth to answer, and he adds, “Ryan?”

“Financial statements that aren’t matching previous months, for one. Most likely an oversight or adding the same bill twice. Nothing too extreme, just something we need sorted before the end-of-year audits,” Deacon answers.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise at his response. He practically repeated a complaint you shared during your last dinner together.

“Very well. I don’t know why the system is moving so slowly,” Dupree responds. He moves his hand under his desk as Deacon types.

You watch Dupree because Deacon’s team is getting him the access he needs. When you see the handle of a gun gripped in Dupree’s hand, you call, “Gun!” and drop to the floor just before he shoots above your head.

Deacon pulls his own weapon and points it at Dupree as he demands, “Put the gun down. I’m Sergeant Kay, L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T.”

As Deacon speaks, you slowly press your back against the side of Dupree’s desk, where he can’t see you. Deacon’s eyes are on Dupree, but you watch Deacon because you trust him to keep you safe.

“I could put it down,” Dupree says. “But if I angle it like this and pull the trigger, wouldn’t it hit your little friend?”

Deacon glances at you quickly, and you lock eyes before you shift away from the oversized desk.

“One more time: drop the gun,” Deacon repeats.

You can’t see Dupree, but you clap your hands over your ears as you hear two shots. Everything goes quiet, and you lean forward slowly to look for Deacon. He kneels before you and gently pulls your hands away from your head. You let him move you before surging forward to hug him. He welcomes you into his arms as footsteps echo in the hallway outside.

“It’s okay. We got him,” Deacon promises.

You nod against Deacon and allow him to help you stand. Deacon keeps you angled away from Dupree’s desk, and you’re happy to avoid looking.

“Did you get everything you need?” you ask quietly as Street and Luca lead a paramedic inside.

“We did. Are you okay?”

Deacon lays a hand on your shoulder, and his thumb presses gently into your tense muscles as he looks into your eyes.

“Get her out of here. Hondo said you can take the rest of the day. Maybe she can practice for the competition,” Luca calls.

“I think you need the practice more than me,” you reply without turning.

Luca laughs as Deacon wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the office. He takes you back to your desk to get your things, and Nola rushes to hug you when you enter the open area.

“I heard the shots and was so worried!” she exclaims. “You’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you promise.

“Then I need you to do something. Go home and ask your neighbor out. Don’t wait too long,” she says.

You nod and return to Deacon’s side. He heard everything from where he was standing, yet doesn’t comment as he helps you into the passenger seat of his car. Once you’re on the road, he fills the silence by asking you questions about what you will cook for your competition with Luca. You know he’s trying to distract you from what happened, and you appreciate it.

Back at the station, you sign some paperwork to receive CI benefits before walking to Deacon’s side. He offers to drive you home and keep you company, which you happily accept. You never like leaving Deacon and don’t want to be alone tonight.

“I waited too long,” Deacon murmurs while walking you out.

You stop and turn to face him as you ask, “For what?”

“What your friend said. I waited too long to ask you out.”

You smile and slide your hand into his. “Did you know that Nola looked at us like that because you were standing really close to me?" Deacon shrugs, and you explain, “I never shut up about you, Deac. I’m in love with you, so she was confused about why I was standing so close to another man.”

“Never?” Deacon repeats playfully.

“You didn’t wait too long, Deac,” you promise.

“I didn’t?”

“Not if you take your chance right now.”

Deacon looks around quickly before yelling, “Hicks! Did you file it yet?”

“No; I’m busy, Deacon,” Hicks answers.

“Can you make her Hondo’s CI?”

Hicks looks between the two of you and rolls his eyes. “Yes, I can.”

When Deacon turns back to you, he doesn’t give you time to speak before he asks, “Will you go out with me?”

“Nothing would make me happier,” you answer.

Your smile grows to match Deacon’s, but he makes it disappear when he pulls you in and kisses you. The sound of clapping makes you open your eyes as you pull back. Hondo leads 20 Squad in a round of applause, and you bury your face in Deacon’s chest to hide your grin and burning embarrassment.

“My CI’s never end up like this,” Hondo jokes.

“Pretty good timing, though, wasn’t it?” Deacon asks as he wraps his arms around you.

You stand wordlessly from the couch and walk past Deacon. He turns to watch you as you enter your bathroom and close the door. It only takes a moment for him to decide to follow you.

“Are you okay?” Deacon asks from outside the door. “And don’t just say you’re fine. We both know you’re not.”

You open the door and lean against the vanity as he walks in. “I feel bad that you had to shoot Dupree. I know he’s fine and he’ll recover, pay for him crimes, and everything. But you probably wouldn’t have done that if I wasn’t there.”

“Don’t think like that. If he had refused to drop the gun or fired again, I would have stopped him. Whether you were there or not. The only thing that was different was how fast I decided to do it; he was threatening you, but that didn’t affect my reaction itself.”

You nod, and Deacon places his hands on the vanity, caging you and keeping you close. “Don’t carry that guilt around,” he requests. “It gets heavy quickly.”

You slip your arms under Deacon’s to circle his waist. Because of your position, you look up at him and ask, “Could I have another kiss to help me overcome all of this guilt?”

Deacon laughs as his hand raises to rub your back. “Anything for my accidental CI.”

“I’m Hondo’s CI,” you remind him.

“But I’m the one that gets to kiss you, so who has the better timing?”

You let your kiss answer the question, and when Deacon pulls you against him to be even closer, you know that the wait was worth it. Though you probably won’t agree to go into the office of a weapon trafficker with him again, you will always be ready to help him when he asks and comfort him when he can’t. Despite how much you loved Deacon when you thought you could only be friends, you feel more love now that you know he feels the same.

#hanna writes✯#david deacon kay x reader #deacon kay x reader #david kay x reader #deacon kay fluff #david deacon kay #deacon kay #fem!reader

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#nola #hide and seek #kitchen

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 8: And so we meet again.

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Jason Todd x Latina Reader

Social Media Au

Warnings: none

Series: ongoing

Author’s note: university is a bitch that butchers my time and energy 🥹. Sorry for the slow updates, it will get more often with uni. Thank you for all the love you give this series, I get so so so excited everytime I see your feedback!

REMEMBER! Written part under pictures!

Taglist: @lorosette @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @milas-teapot

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-your dress

-your mask

-your heels

-your makeup

-you’re free to choose your hair <3

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You were a wreck. An absolute and complete wreck. who tf said this was a great idea! OH! Yeah, Nola...you were just another girl tangled up with Burce Wayne and his horde of children. Soon this would all be over and the small glimpse you had of what it is like to live a lavish adventurous life would be just a memory. You are snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. The driver was waiting for you. You put on your mask to make sure that no one would recognize you, not even the driver. When you opened the door, you were pleasantly surprised to find Alfred there. Oh, Alfred, your trusty friend Alfred. You give him a tight smile and he offers his arm to lead you to the car. It was a black Mercedes with brown leather seats. Classy. He opens the door and you sit down. Inside, you take off your mask because you don’t mind Alfred seeing you. Once he gets in, he doesn’t start the car straight away. “Everything alright Miss Y/n?” he asks with genuine concern. he turns to look at you and you can see actual worry. “I’m aware that my lot can be quite a handful sometimes, just say the word and you won’t have to go, I’ll take care of everything.” he offers. You feel some tension leave your body and give him a sincere smile. “Thank you for the offer, Alfred, that is very kind of you, but don’t worry, I will be alright, plus I am truly excited to be there,” you respond. He nods and smiles, “Alright, Miss Yn, but if any moment of the night, you do feel overwhelmed, do not be afraid to call on me, I’ll bail you out and bring you home.” He finishes with a wink and you laugh. The butler never fails to soothe your nerves. It reminds you of your first Scholars Gala, the night you met Alfred. He tumbled upon you, nearing a panic attack because you were one of the speakers of the night. You had to give a speech on giving gratitude to Mister Wayne for his generosity and basically make yourself presentable so that other rich folks would sponsor you and want to work with you in the future. You were the youngest speaker, this being your first and you had to make an impression with them if you wanted to keep on being invited and sponsored along your career. The problem was that some rich asshole had already made a comment about the pretty young Latina thing, this being you, and said that he would love to sponsor you so that he could have a new trophy in his collection when you were socializing. That sent you to straight panic because a) he only saw you as an exotic catch, b) the way he looked at you meant NOTHING good and c) they weren’t taking it serious. You were a very young, new into the game, woman and they were already thinking of taking advantage of you. So you ran and crashed into Alfred. Oh, Alfred. He saw you, hysterics and all, and took you to the kitchens. He helped wipe your tears and listened to your fears of facing prejudice for being a Latina woman and not being taken seriously because of your race, youth, and beauty. Then he helped you prepare and talked you into being confident in who you were. To not mind those rich scums and not let them define you or have any influence on your future. He assured you that you would be and do amazing. Thanks to him, everything went smoothly after that night. You snap out of your memories when the car comes to a sudden stop. You are at the gates of Wayne Manor, the place of the Ball and suddenly your nerves are back. You look at Alfred and he waits for you to say something expectantly. “Thank you, Alfred, for everything”. Alfred smiles and reminds you to wear your mask, which you start to put on. It’s showtime.

Knowing that you were already nervous, Alfred decides to take the car to the backdoor. You look at him questionably and he winks again and lets a small laugh. OH! He’s helping you with the game. Instead of leaving you where the paparazzi were at the main entrance, where everyone surely was waiting for you, he led you to the back, where the gardens were. The place where you could enter and exit without being noticed. “Wise man”, you say as you giggle. Alfred laughs, “Well, Miss Yn, did you think I would make it easy for them? If they want to win, they better work for it, especially after tormenting you last time.” To this, you respond with another laugh and get out. “Thank you again, Alfred.”

You see the car leave as you walk through the familiar garden. The place where Jason and you first met. You knew how to get to the ballroom, the balcony overlooked the gardens and the stairs were easy to find. As you walk, you can’t help but feel as if you are a princess in a lost garden. Finally, you get to the stairs and enter the ballroom. Dresses of all times of colors are around you. People with eccentric masks surround you. If your mission was to go unnoticed, then you have failed. Your beauty is one to attract stares, even if they are discreet. Women look at you in envy and awe. Your green silky dress was one for the books. (And you are thankful you went through the stone path of the garden and your dress didn’t get dirty cause that would have been HORRIBLE). Men look at you with desire and curiosity. Once the initial shock is gone, men and women go back to their conversations, though some still stare every once in a while because you ARE a SIGHT. As you keep on walking, you grab a champagne flute and look around to see if you recognize anyone. A group of four maybe five young girls call you to them and gush about the beauty of your dress, asking who is the designer and where you bought it. You start to make small conversation with them and find that it was surprisingly pleasant. Most of the time you are with Nola and limit your socialization to her, one or two people, and Alfred, but seeing as you don’t have either of them, it was time to polish those social skills. Conversation lasted 20 minutes or so before they began to gossip about all the rich hot bachelors in Gotham and you took this as a chance to slip away and walk around. You admired the grand chandelier in the cealing and how beautiful this place looked. Finally, you decide to stand to the side and watch all of the couples dancing in the center to the music. You swayed from side to side with the music until a select group of people caught your attention. Five boys and three girls, all of who you recognized very well from the way they were scanning the crowd and vibrating with excitement. They really were truly obvious. The eldest, Dick, with a dark blue suit, a white button-up, a sparkly dark blue tie, and dark blue pants with a light blue mask (extra bitch). The second eldest, the object of all your desires at the moment, Jason, with a red button-up that had the first three buttons undid, a black suit jacket and pants, and a silver mask? We were matching? You blush at the thought and look at the next in order to distract yourself from the walking five-course meal. Tim had a plain white button-up with a black suit and a sparky red tie, with a black and red mask. Damian had pretty much the same as Tim, except his tie was a sparkly deep shade of green and so was his mask. Finally, there was Duke, that wore the same, yet with the color yellow. The girls, whom you assumed were Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie looked beyond amazing. Cass had a beautiful black dress with a pretty gold and black mask, Barbara looked absolutely stunning with a light blue dress that contrasted beautifully with her hair and wore a light blue sparkly mask, and Stephanie wore a purple dress that just looked perfect on her and a bright purple sparkly mask. They all looked fkn amazing and expensive as shit. Seriously, what do they feed them for them to look that great?!?! You can clearly see them looking around trying to seem sneaky and Jason, oh Jason, he was looking straight at you and once you made eye contact you could see the faint smirk he had before downing his champagne. Oh shit! You break eye contact and act unfazed, to see if you can throw him off guard and make him believe he confused you with someone else. You look somewhere else and when you tried to look back discreetly, you can observe confusion on his face as he begins to search around again. Oh, tonight will definitely be fun!

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Extra Author’s notes:

I’m used to hiding my writing behind the SMAU and in this series you will definitely see me exploring more with my writing and showcasing it more so please! Leave feedback, i absolutely ADORE hearing from my readers if they are enjoying the story and if they would like to suggest ideas and such. Thank you so so much for reading, i hope you are enjoying it as much as i am enjoying creating it!

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I cannot resist a beautiful New Orleans, Louisiana home and this 1890 side hall Victorian has history- it was once home to the First Church of Divine Fellowship of Spiritualism (who knows, maybe it has some interesting spiritual activity). 2bds, 2ba, $799K (a NOLA home for under $1M).

Delightful side hall Victorian has a cheery bright entrance. At the end of a long hall, you come to the stairs, in this particular layout.

The first room to lead off the hall is a very cozy sitting room with an original fireplace. Notice the pocket doors between the rooms.

Notice the hall running alongside the rooms. The next room is a spacious dining room with wainscoting and a cool black fireplace. There's also a nook with a bar in the corner.

Very large kitchen with a decent remodel. Love the little vintage island and who doesn't love a kitchen with an original fireplace?

A family room with a bathroom and built-in shelving is right off the kitchen.

But, that's not the only family room. There's another sitting room on the other side of the kitchen and it has another fireplace.

Nice shower room with a pedestal sink.

This home goes on forever. Look at this room- it's huge. This is a great casual space for games, and even laundry.

The side hall continues here towards the back of the house with another entrance on the side.

The primary bedroom upstairs is very large.

It has a wonderful big terrace out front.

And, there's a long bath for both bedrooms to share.

The 2nd bedroom is a good size and very cozy.

In the back of the house, there's a lovely porch.

And a patio surrounded by a lovely garden.

#victorian homes #side hall victorian #old house dreams #NOLA homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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sleepdeprivedsimp234 · 4 months

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Saw a post about wanting headcannon asks… so I have arrived! Any hcs for our boy Loui? Or Florida, or York, or Gov, or anyone really. I like reading about people hcs

YESSSS I DOOOOOO :) <— not a threatening smile dw

Louisiana:

Florida has to make sure that he tells Loui if he’s leaving somewhere cuz otherwise, Loui will very much “internally” panic.

Give him cuddles 🥺 Or let him cuddle you cuz he loves it either way 🥺😭

He will get attached if you make him feel like he’s actually worth something (totally not projecting here). That has however led to some toxic friendships/relationships. Ones where he didn’t want the person to leave, so he did everything he could to make them happy even if it hurt him. (I’m not projecting shut the fu-)

Loves inviting friends over for dinner/parties

Has a catahoula leopard dog/german shepherd mix named Beau, and a black cat named Misty and he loves them both so much.

Has a habit of forgetting that he already told a story, and then he tells it again with the same amount of enthusiasm he did the first time. His friends still listen though cuz they love him and it’s adorable.

Glass bones and paper skin. Lil boy gets hurt very easily but selects the ignore button. Bent his ankle in a way it shouldn’t be able to bend? Ignore. Gets stabbed repeatedly on an evening walk in NOLA? Tis’ but a scratch. Falls off a cliff into raging waters? I’m not dead yet!! Someone tries to help him? "YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES-"

At this point, he’s only still alive and existing out of pure spite and stubbornness.

Gets spooked by everyone and everything.

He probably does that thing where he creeps up on people, stops when they turn around, continues when they turn back around, and then tackle-hugs them. Sometimes though, he’ll just get snatched midair and cuddled to death :]

Florida:

Makes time for him and Loui to cuddle

Actually a decent cook (he sorta lives with Loui-), but he enjoys chaos and fire so. Don’t let him in the kitchen alone.

Actually has an okay relationship with his father (wow me not giving someone daddy issues 😨😰😱), but doesn’t talk to him much. He’s kinda pissed about how much his father neglected him though.

Surprisingly, he knows when it’s not the time to joke around.

Strong man 💪 can pick up all of his friends. Yes even Texas (tbf, he’s just tall he doesn’t weigh that much but it’s still impressive-)

Great hugs 9.5/10. I say only 9.5/10 cuz he might slip you a little danger noodle for a friend.

Gov:

TIRED AF SOMEONE GET THIS MAN IN BED (NOT LIKE THAT-) AND GET HIM SOME DAMN WATER. AGUA. EAU. WASSER. FOR THE SAKE OF HIS ORGANS I BEG.

Has really bad back pain from being hunched over his desk all the time. His joints be poppin 24/7. He’s a lil crispy if you will.

Double jointed mf. Bendy bitch.

Gets treated like absolute sh*t back at the White House. He really needs better handlers.

Can’t cook for sh*t. He’s been known to make backward pb and j sandwiches and pour coffee on the bottom of the mug. Tbh he could probably cook if he wasn’t so sleep deprived.

Low iron and dizzy spells and chronic migraines. How he’s still alive I have no idea.

New York:

My precious baby I’m so nice to him. And since I’m so nice to him: I’ve given him anemia, insomnia, an iron deficiency, and asthma <3

Mans has to stand up REAL slow cuz otherwise he’ll fall and maybe pass tf out.

His brothers are always making sure that he isn’t just dropping dead to a dizzy spell.

He has poliosis :’D

He’s helpful but in the worst ways possible. If someone leaves an empty cup on the counter whilst he’s around. Cuz he will stare at them and slowly nudge it towards the edge of the counter.

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#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt new york #wttt louisiana #wttt gov #wttt florida

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